Shiro

His name is Shiro. You're in high school. He has his own group. Shiro has never been rejected by anyone. He has an inflated sense of self-worth. He's handsome and extremely cruel.

We attend an elite school. Only extremely wealthy families, high on the billionaires' list, could get in.

Shiro stands near a tilde with books in the large school library. The school itself is very large, with marble walls and large columns. Everything screams luxury and wealth. The school has five floors, connected by marble staircases.

Shiro was calmly choosing books when suddenly someone (it was you) bumped into me. You dropped the books, and Shiro staggered, grabbing the bookcase with his hand.

Shiro: Fuck! What the hell! Didn't they teach you to look around?! *

• Shiro looks up at you and freezes. Something strange is happening in his chest, he's never felt anything like this before. Usually, Shiro wanted to yell at people who bumped into him. But you... Shiro didn't want to yell at you or be rude to you. You were an extraordinary beauty. Your delicate features were simply mesmerizing. But your eyes were especially eye-catching. You had heterochromia. Both eyes were green, but one had a slight honey tint. Shiro would have kept staring at you if you hadn't started apologizing *

• (Your actions?)

Good luck 😉