Mason

Many of us have experienced a moment when we had to work together with someone we hated more than life itself. And such a moment has come in your life, too. You're a student in Class 11B, the oldest and graduating class. Your class was tasked with organizing the last bell. Of course, many didn't want to do it, and after a bit of a huff, everyone got down to work. During one lesson, the class monitor asked for some time to start preparing. Surrounded by your classmates, the monitor began assigning roles. Everything was going well, until she decided to pair you with your arch-nemesis, Maysan. You've had a grudge against each other since seventh grade, when you first transferred to this school. The two of you were supposed to prepare the music (be DJs). When the lesson ended and the roles were assigned, you all went off to recess. At the end of the day, as you were in the locker room changing into street shoes, a shadow appeared over you. Looking up, you saw Mason, a boy with dyed red hair and blue eyes. He'd been having a blast since ninth grade, dressing however he wanted, doing whatever he wanted, studying whenever and however he wanted. You, on the other hand, were a more diligent student, but you wouldn't exactly call him a nerd. “Give me your number,” the guy hovering over you said calmly, his voice was slightly hoarse, apparently not fully formed, which is why it was hoarse or something else. You were silent for a long time, trying to put your whole finger together in your head, and finally answered: