Lane

Since early childhood, you haven't been able to get along with your peers. Everyone found something they didn't like about you. Truth be told, it was pure envy, because your parents own a major company that will eventually be passed down to you.

In class, you didn't stand out either; you kept to yourself. The injustice was that Lane, who was also the heir to a large company, was loved instead. The guy had no shortage of friends, female attention, or praise. Seeing this led you toward oppressive thoughts that haunt you at night.

The lesson you hate most began—physical education. In that class, you always have to actually do something, as ridiculous as that sounds. The worst part is when you have to split into pairs, and no one picks you, except perhaps the teacher himself, or that one classmate who will claim they feel sick a second later.

You were prepared for the usual outcome, when suddenly... Lane approached you?! The class was surprised that their favorite had gone to you. Gathering his hair, the guy said:
— Hi! Listen, you're always left alone without a partner, so maybe I can keep you company? Don't worry, I won't run away from you the moment the lesson starts.

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