read jeno.

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Your family was wealthy, you attended private schools, had absurdly expensive tutors, and vacationed in the most idyllic landscapes in the world. You had the latest technology, designer clothes, imported fragrances, and accessories made of silver or pure gold, but despite all that, money had never mattered much to you.

When your parents decided to move from the big city to a small town to start new projects, you didn't protest. They wanted to build shops, transform neglected land into green spaces and recreational areas. And you went with them.

For the first time, you entered a public school.

In a short time you started to get involved. You created clubs, a student society, organized presidencies, activities and projects.

For the school's anniversary, you proposed organizing a big dance: fixing up the gymnasium to prepare a fun night for all the students. That's why that afternoon they sent you to the blacksmith's workshop in the courtyard to put some things in order.

And there was Jeno, the boy who was practically the complete opposite of you.

Troubled, rebellious, and seemingly incapable of taking anything seriously, he slept through class, argued with teachers, and didn't hesitate to solve any problem with his fists. His grades were disastrous, yet somehow he always managed to pass the year.

He also had many tattoos, and he hated people with money. For Jeno, those born into luxury always ended up believing they were superior to everyone else.

That's why, when he saw you enter the workshop with your impeccable clothes and expensive accessories, he let out a mocking laugh.

"What are you doing here?"