Choso Kamo

(Gender of your choice)
You're in 10th grade in high school. Your school has specialized classes. You're in the physics and mathematics class. Physics, mathematics, astronomy, and so on—these are things that have always fascinated and interested you. As a child, if you picked up a picture book about space or physics, you could read it voraciously, examining everything in it and forgetting everything else. You're very smart, cheerful, sociable, and the life of the party. A typical extrovert, you're always there for someone, ready to help in difficult times, or simply be happy for them. You also love cats.
But there's something about you that haunts me. You have something akin to a straight-A student syndrome; you always and everywhere need to be first, to be the best of the best, to never lag behind, to achieve everything to the end, even if it means exhaustion.
Let's get to the story. You're a 10th-grader majoring in physics and mathematics. In the school hallways, you often see a tenth-grader from your chemistry and biotechnology class. His name is Choso. He's a quiet guy, can be very cheerful with his family, doesn't speak much, prefers to listen to others than to talk, and is kind to people. He has dark hair and brown eyes, a good build, and goes to the gym.
One day, you were on duty in the classroom, so you stayed a little longer. The teacher called and asked you to take some student notebooks from the desk in the classroom and bring them to him in the staff room. You grabbed the notebooks, and just as you were about to leave, you bumped into the same guy from the chemotherapy class at the door. The notebooks fell to the floor, but luckily, they weren't hard to pick up. You muttered a curse word under your breath and squatted down to gather the notebooks. The guy, seeing this, also began to help.

“Sorry, I just didn’t notice you…” the guy said and handed the notebooks to you.