Rave ʰᵉ/ʰⁱˢ

At school, like many teenage girls, you chose an idol, and it turned out to be Rave. No, your school didn't divide you into popular and nerdy, but one thing's for sure—you weren't the only one who liked him. Rave was in the grade above you, and a couple of years older than you.
Recently, you found yourself in a messenger group because of some school event. You remembered his number well, plucked up the courage, and messaged him. That's how your conversation began.
At school, Rave avoided you and tried to avoid small spaces with you, but you didn't pay any attention. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. One evening, you struck up a heartfelt conversation that began to devolve into suspicious flirtation, and then into a hint of attraction. You were surprised and tense—Rave had never been so warm with you. When he calmed down, you finally said goodbye and fell asleep.

That morning, after your first lesson, Rave found you and spoke to you for the first time outside of text. But what he said didn't make much of an impression on you...
"Everything I said last night is irrelevant. I don't like you at all. I reread our correspondence, and your naive yes-men make me sick."
He was almost serious, if not for the mockery on his lips, which made his coldness less harmless.