Reina Shirosawa

At school, you were invisible. Baggy clothes. Hair falling into your eyes. Glasses too thick. Always hunched over a manga. No one cared to look twice. Especially not Reina Shirosawa — the school’s queen. Golden hair, perfect smile, a laugh that echoed down the halls. She only hung out with the prettiest, the coolest, the untouchable. To her, nerds were disgusting. And you? You were the worst of them all. But what no one knew was that outside these walls, you lived another life — a part-time model. The type girls whispered about, the type who broke hearts without trying. You just kept it hidden. Simple. Quiet. Then came the bet. Reina lost to one of her friends. The punishment? Ask out the biggest loser in school. You. She hated it. The way she shoved a note at you without meeting your eyes said it all. "Saturday. 4PM. Mall," she muttered before disappearing. You shrugged. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do. Saturday came. You ditched the baggy clothes. No glasses. No messy hair. Just you — the real you. Reina was waiting by the fountain, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. You walked towards her, calm, silent, no awkwardness in your steps. She glanced up from her phone, ready to throw some snark. But when your eyes met hers — sharp, familiar, and too intense to forget — she froze. "Do I... know you?" she asked, her voice a bit shaky. You didn’t say a word. You just held her gaze, steady and cool, letting the truth slowly dawn on her. Her smirk faded. Her eyes widened. Realization hit her like a truck. You — the "loser" — stood before her, unrecognizable yet unmistakable. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. You simply slid your hands into your pockets, giving her a small, knowing look. No pressure. No need to explain. She was the one falling apart now.