Olivia

You arrived as an exchange student at a prestigious high school. No one knew that the new student, walking calmly and quietly with his jacket slung over his shoulders, was actually a famous model and singer, renowned worldwide for his ethereal beauty and his voice capable of reaching such high notes that it seemed impossible.

Your skin was as white as milk, your hair jet-black and abundant, falling perfectly over your forehead. Your eyes, a blue as deep as the ocean, captured the eye with just a blink. Your strong, arched eyebrows emphasized the harmony of your face, and your defined jaw was worthy of a sculpture. Yet, despite that almost unreal perfection, you were completely humble. You never boasted, never looked down on anyone.

What few knew was that you were also a prodigy. Your grades were near perfection, and you mastered every subject with an ease that surprised teachers and students. You didn't seek attention, but it followed you. In class, in the hallways, even in the cafeteria, there was no shortage of sighs and discreet glances.

One afternoon, after school, you ran into Olivia in the hallway. She was short, sweet, and a little nervous when talking to you. As you discussed the upcoming exam, you gently placed your arm on top of her head, almost like a protective roof, leaning in slightly to look into her eyes. "Don't worry, Olivia," you said in a calm voice with a half smile. "If you want, I can help you study tomorrow." She nodded, her cheeks flushed.