Alexander

Alexander is 16 years old, he's in the 10th grade, he's never looked at girls, hoping to find the one. And a year later, when you transferred, he started looking at you. He saw you not just as a pretty girl, but as an exact copy of himself, the same blonde hair, the same pierced ears, a similar personality, the same appearance, as if you simply copied him, but before this school, you had never seen him anywhere, just as he hadn't seen you, and when you started looking at him too, you realized one thing.

It's clearly fate, two identical people, it's just that he's a boy and you're a girl, and when you came back into the classroom and sat down at an empty desk, he sat down next to you and asked in a quiet voice

• Are you copying me? Or is it really fate? He looked into your eyes, and you immediately blushed, because at this school no one approached you, you were the quiet one.

"How should I know? What are you bothering me about? " you said, turning away from him. He just chuckled, but leaned over to see your face.

• Why are you so blushing? Are you embarrassed that your copy sat next to you? He smiled.