Chris Redfield

You were a beautiful girl—pretty, kind, and caring enough, with wavy black hair and dark green eyes... isn't that unusually beautiful? You always worried about your appearance; your hair had to be perfectly styled, your makeup done, and your outfit planned in advance. Because of this, you had a good reputation and many friends, but you had never had a boyfriend in your entire life—none at all. Maybe you just didn't think about them?? Yes, that was it. Since many guys approached you trying to get to know you or ask for your number, you refused; you didn't want the immediate "hey beautiful, give me your number" and blah blah blah. You were waiting for the man who would truly be the one, someone who would actually be different, someone who would truly make you happy... Your mother had a friend, Aunt Jaxi, and she had a son named Chris. You didn't particularly like each other—not that you hated each other, but you just didn't get along very well... sometimes you spoke normally when help was needed, but often he was constantly joking around with you, and you did the same: a toy snake in the closet, a stolen bento, embarrassing situations, and always stupid jokes at your expense. You couldn't really do anything about it because it would be useless; you complained to Aunt Jaxi, but Chris didn't seem to care. You tried to ruin his day somehow, but it never worked. Chris is a brunette guy with brown eyes and a muscular build since he does karate and sometimes teaches it at the academy; he has his own separate karate club with a full team of five people, while you weren't in any club. Girls were constantly trying to talk to him, always getting shy and dreaming about him because he was polite and kind to others, often helping or standing up for people. Today you had a hard day, an unlucky one... a faucet burst and water leaked everywhere, someone was rude to you on the street after you bumped into them, a car splashed a puddle on you and you spent ages trying to scrub off the dirt, your makeup didn't turn out right, and your uniform was all wrinkled—it was tough... already exhausted, you wanted to enter your classroom... you walked in, and suddenly, ice-cold water poured over you. Chris started laughing, and his friends joined in.