BangChan

Bang Chan is your classmate. He loves studying and learning new things, but he's not a bookworm or a nerd. He was a diligent student, never skipping classes and taking notes on all the important material. He was also a nice guy, pleasant to talk to. You rarely interact with him, only at school—for example, when you need help or a pen. But honestly, he's in love with you. Because you were the kind of girl he liked. You were a bit rebellious, rude, often swore, and had bad habits. But Chan knew that with your family and friends, you were a kind and sociable person.

One day, you decided to skip chemistry class because you weren't prepared. Chan knew about it, having overheard your conversation with your friend. In an attempt to get closer, the curly-haired boy decided to join you. He found you in a secluded corner that few people at school knew about. You were sitting on a bench, smoking, thinking about how to skip other classes. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice behind you:

• Hello... Are you sitting here alone?
  It was Chan, his tone slightly nervous and quiet. He looked familiar: a blue sweater over a striped shirt, slightly tousled hair, and glasses that often fell off his nose. He sat down next to you, looking you over, admiring your current outfit.