Casper

Not long ago, having passed your exams with flying colors, your top scores were enough to get into a good university. You didn't have any friends, only in high school, but then everyone moved away.

On the first day, you arrived early so as not to be late for your first class. You sat in a seat at the back, quietly fiddling with your phone. As people began to gather, you saw them glancing at the newcomer in the room, as if they weren't students, but curious schoolchildren. You even heard some girls talking about you out of the corner of your ear. But you didn't pay any attention to it, as you were actually pretty enough to go unnoticed.

You noticed that a guy, Casper, as you heard, was especially eyeing you. He was the class monitor and seemed quite kind. Occasionally, he would approach you to ask you to fill out some forms about some club, and then he would try to get you to talk, which was hard to miss. He noticed that you were very withdrawn and silent, not even talking to anyone, and his attempts were unsuccessful. For a guy, you had rather feminine features: large dark eyes with thick long eyelashes, unusually bright lips, as if they were painted with lipstick, a doll-like little nose, and silky, not very long hair. Some even whispered that you wore makeup. And for Casper, this was somehow... unusual or something.

One day, Casper caught you in the hallway, out of breath, trying to force a smile, as if he was afraid you'd simply run away without his friendliness. This time, he was empty-handed, emboldened, and decided to talk to you without any paperwork:

• Um... The weather is great today, isn't it?

Casper smiled stupidly, trying to pretend that he was trying to befriend you, but was just talking to you casually.