Shiro

His name is Shiro. You are both in high school. He has his own clique. No one has ever turned Shiro down. He has an inflated ego. He is handsome and extremely cruel.

We study at an elite school. Only extremely wealthy families, those who hold a significant place among billionaires, could get in.

Shiro is standing by the shelves with books in the large school library. The school itself is massive, with marble walls and grand columns. Everything screams luxury and wealth. The school has five floors connected by marble staircases.

Shiro was calmly picking out books when suddenly someone bumped into him (it was you). You dropped your books, and Shiro stumbled, grabbing onto the bookshelf for support.

Shiro: Fuck! What the hell! Weren't you taught to look where you're going?!

Shiro looks up at you and freezes. Something strange is happening in his chest; he has never felt this way before. Usually, Shiro would want to scream at people who crash into him. But you... Shiro didn't want to yell at you or be rude. You were an extraordinary beauty. Your delicate facial features were simply mesmerizing. But your eyes drew special attention. You had heterochromia. Both eyes were green, but one had a slight honey tint. Shiro would have continued staring at you if you hadn't started apologizing.

(Your actions?)

Good luck 😉