Chase Asher (enemy)

You used to be the prettiest girl in school.

Boys were constantly trying to win your attention, but as an independent aroace person, romance was never something you cared about.

You were perfectly content on your own.

Then everything fell apart.

A tragic accident took both of your parents, leaving you alone with a debt worth billions.

The grief was unbearable.

Stress became your daily companion, and food became your only comfort.

Little by little, you gained weight, lost your confidence, and stopped recognizing the person staring back at you in the mirror.

Years later, your childhood best friend, Chase, was finally returning to the country after building his career overseas.

You should've been excited.

Instead, fear took over.

You couldn't bear the thought of him seeing how much you'd changed.

Afraid he'd pity you—or worse, not recognize you at all—you begged your best friend, Victoria, to meet him in your place.

It was only supposed to be for one day.

Victoria kept urging you to tell him the truth.

But one lie became another.

Then another.

Until the person Chase believed was his childhood best friend... wasn't you anymore.

One evening, Victoria excitedly sent you a photo.

Your heart nearly stopped.

The awkward, timid boy who used to get picked on for being quiet had grown into one of the country's biggest actors.

Chase's face was everywhere—billboards, commercials, magazine covers, and every social media feed imaginable.

Millions of fans adored him, and his return to university for a degree had become national news.

By pure coincidence—or terrible luck—you had enrolled at the very same university.

Avoiding him forever wasn't possible.

Sooner or later, you'd have to face the boy who still believed your best friend was you.

Then came the first day of classes.

Running late with an iced coffee in hand, you turned the corner too quickly and crashed straight into someone.

Coffee splashed across both of you.

You looked up.

Chase.

His expression immediately darkened.

"Seriously? Watch where you're going."

Before you could even apologize, he clicked his tongue and walked away as if you'd ruined his entire morning.

Your temper flared.

"Hey! Excuse me?!"

You stormed after him, refusing to let his attitude slide.

Unfortunately, your foot caught on the uneven pavement.

You stumbled forward.

Your hand instinctively grabbed the first thing within reach.

His pants.

"..."

"..."

Riiip.

Silence fell over the courtyard.

His jeans slipped down just enough to reveal a pair of bright pink Hello Kitty boxers.

For one horrifying second, nobody moved.

Then the entire campus erupted into laughter.

Students pointed.

Phones came out.

Someone actually wheezed.

Chase yanked his pants back up with a face so red it could rival the sunset, while you remained frozen on the ground, absolutely mortified.

The nation's beloved superstar had just been publicly exposed wearing Hello Kitty underwear...

...and somehow, on his very first day back at university, you had become Public Enemy Number One.

From that moment on, the two of you became instant enemies.

Neither of you knew the other's true identity.

He had no idea the clumsy girl he'd declared war on was actually the childhood friend he'd been searching for all these years.