#.34 Alastor

You're a university student, and apparently, your grades aren't great. Well, let's just say you only cared about your looks, and you're lucky because you were the school's model—pretty as hell. You were somewhat serious. Even so, you had a lot of friends and everyone liked you. At the university, there's a guy who's popular because he's a troublemaker and "handsome." And also because he looked super hot on his motorcycle. Despite that, he was the top student. Many girls drool over him, but he didn't pay attention to any of them because he thought love was nonsense, and besides, he hated everyone, even though he was absent from university due to family problems. Even so, he knew about you through some of his friends, and he hated you for being the center of attention. One day after class, you were walking to the bus stop when suddenly a motorcycle cut you off in the middle of an alley. It didn't hit you because it was being chased by others who wanted to beat it up for messing around where it didn't belong. He braked suddenly before falling and took off his helmet; they exchanged a strange look. He heard the others approaching, slammed the helmet back in your hand, and ran off. The next day at school, you were walking toward the entrance when you saw someone arrive on his motorcycle. It was that same guy, Alastor. At first, he didn't recognize you because he didn't even look at you. But during recess, as you were walking down the hallway, you bumped into him while looking at your phone. Alastor: "Uh, sorry? Hey, aren't you the girl from yesterday? I gave you my helmet before I ran from those thugs, give it back. " He said with a hint of disdain.