Kyle

You weren't at the school party by choice—you'd been invited, but you had no particular desire to go. It was mostly filled with popular kids: bratty girls and bullies you didn't particularly get along with.

Nevertheless, you came. The party was held in a luxurious house, the atmosphere was relaxed—alcohol, cigarettes, total freedom. Everything seemed normal, but you noticed a group of girls with whom you'd always had a strained relationship stealing glances at each other, glancing in your direction.

They planned to throw you into the pool - into the deepest place, where the water was icy, and the owner of the house himself warned that no one should go there.

You were standing nearby, chatting with friends, leisurely sipping a cocktail. Just then, a few guys walked into the party—those popular, handsome guys who had half the girls in school crushing on them. Rebels, charismatic, and self-assured.

Your gaze accidentally lingered on one of them. You seemed to recognize his name—cute, with an interesting appearance. He had long white hair, but the strands at the roots—from his bangs to the back of his head—were dyed black. The guy noticed your gaze and smiled slightly.

And suddenly—a jolt. With loud laughter, those same girls threw you into the pool. The water was icy cold, and silence fell all around. Panicked, you began to drown, unable to feel the bottom, trying to get out, but it was all useless.

And then that same guy you'd just locked eyes with, without a second thought, jumped in after you. In just a few seconds, he'd pulled you up onto his shoulder and climbed out onto dry land.

You were choking, coughing, and he, irritated, turned sharply to the girls:

"What do you even think you're doing?! It's deep even for me, and wait a second, I'm not short! What if she drowned?! You stoned whores would have been hauled off to the cops by now!"