MAIN LEAD:

Name: Sarah [MC]

Age:21

Personality: introvert, simple, attractive, shy, blushes easily, innocent.

Name: David [ML]

Age:32

Personality: extrovert, bold, possessive, aggressive, make friendly easily.

Main story:

The morning sun was a gentle whisper🌤️, brushing against the windows with a warmth that screamed “Wake up and chase your dreams!” But for Sarah, those dreams involved more sleep and less screaming.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! 🔔

"Ughhh... shut up already..." she groaned, blindly swatting the alarm like it was a mosquito. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her, cozy in a dream where her ideal guy—tall, handsome, and definitely fictional—smiled at her under a cherry blossom tree. 🌸

"SARAH! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR COLLEGE!" 📣

Her mom's voice exploded through the air like a homegrown earthquake. (〇o〇；)

"Coming!" Sarah yelled, jumping out of bed like she'd been tasered. What followed was a speedrun: messy ponytail, toothpaste on her chin, toast in her mouth like an anime protagonist 🏃‍♀️🍞—and she dashed out, bag flapping, hoping to beat the bus.

She reached the stop and checked her phone. No messages from her bestie.

Quick call. 📞

“Hey, where are you?!” Sarah whispered, annoyed.

“I told you, I’m coming tomorrow, not today.”

“WHAT—?! You mean I’ve to face the first day of college ALONE?! (╥﹏╥)”

Yup. Her bestie had abandoned her to the wolves. With a heavy sigh and heavier heart, Sarah boarded the already crowded bus, scanning for a seat.

Big mistake.

The bus was PACKED. Smelled like cheap deodorant, yesterday’s lunch, and unspoken secrets. 😩

She squeezed her way in like a polite ninja🕴️, sidestepping gossiping aunties, sleepy uncles, and one guy reading the newspaper... upside down. (??)

And that’s when she saw HIM. (〇o〇；)

Tall. Black shirt. Broad shoulders. Sharp jawline. K-drama level handsomeness.

He was seated like a main character lost in the wrong reality show—cool aura in a very uncool government bus. 🚌💨

And then—

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, his voice smooth like Nutella on warm toast. 😳

Sarah blinked. Her brain went 🥴. Words failed.

"Y-Y-Yes!" she blurted, then mentally punched herself. "I mean, NO! You can sit!"

Girl, what are you doing?!!

He smiled. 😊 That kind of dangerous, soft smirk that ruins innocent girls for life.

He sat down. So close. TOO close. Sarah froze like a statue at Madame Tussauds.

Her brain: "Breathe. Just breathe. Don’t look at him. Don’t fall in love. Don’t die." 😵‍💫

Then, without warning—

"So... are you a student?" he asked casually.

What is this? A survey? A scam? A setup??

“Y-Yes…” she replied, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “Why do you want to know?”

He turned to face her completely, his expression calm but too curious. Like he was analyzing a rare creature at the zoo.

"May I know your name?" he asked.

"Eh??" (〇o〇；)

Now she looked at him, for real. Mistake no.2. Because up close, he looked even more unreal. Like Photoshop got bored and created a real person.

“Why do you want my name out of nowhere?” she asked, skeptical. “You trying to rob me politely or what?”

He grinned. “Just like that.”

She squinted. “Just like that? You sound like you’re into me.” 😒

Then she raised her brow and dropped the bomb.

“But sorry, I don’t date old men.” 💅

💣💥

DEAD SILENCE. 😶

The man’s jaw literally dropped. He looked like someone just told him Santa wasn’t real.

Before he could recover, the bus jerked to a stop.

“My stop,” Sarah said dramatically. She stood up, adjusted her bag like a queen straightening her crown 👑, and walked off the bus like she just delivered a monologue in a soap opera.

Behind her, Alex was still sitting, blinking in shock like: (〇o〇；)

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Outside the bus, Sarah whispered to herself,

"Well... that was dramatic." 😌

But deep inside? Her heart was SCREAMING.

“WHY IS HE SO HOT??!?!?” (☉｡☉)!

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She walked into her classroom like any other normal morning... or so she thought.

☀️ The sun was shining just a little too brightly. The hallways were buzzing with the usual back-from-break energy. And Sarah—creature of habit, introvert extraordinaire, certified back-row dweller—drifted toward her sacred sanctuary: last row, farthest corner, directly behind the world’s tallest potted plant. 🪴

The bell SHRIEKED like a banshee on espresso ☕🔔, officially signaling the start of a brand-new semester.

The room filled with a growing hum of excited chatter.

Somewhere in the chaos, Sarah caught whispers floating through the air:

“New teacher this time!”

“He’s super strict, I heard—like, military-vibes strict.”

“No, no, my cousin said he’s friendly. And hot. Mostly hot.” 😳🔥

Sarah slunk lower in her seat, mentally fusing herself with the chipped paint on her desk. 🪑🫠 Let me become one with the furniture. Let me fade into the laminate. She didn’t care about new teachers or hotness levels. She just wanted to survive the day without eye contact or small talk. A very modest dream, really. 😶

Then it happened.

A voice.

A booming, too-familiar voice cut through the air like a chainsaw through butter. 🪚🧈

“GOOD MORNING, FUTURE MATHEMATICIANS!” 📣📐📊

Sarah’s soul momentarily left her body. 😵‍💫 Her blood ran cold. Her brain froze. Her stomach did a triple backflip off a diving board.

No.

It can’t be.

Please, oh please, let me be hallucinating.

She cautiously peeked through the safety curtain of her overgrown bangs. And there he was.

Standing at the front of the classroom.

Smirking.

Bus Guy. 🚌😨

The same stranger she had awkwardly bumped into during a rainstorm last week, nearly falling face-first into his lap. The one she may or may not have shouted “SORRY I’M A DISASTER” at before scrambling off the bus like it was on fire. 🔥💀

Her eyes widened.

(〇o〇；)

Full anime-mode panic activated.

Because it was him.

He scanned the class casually... then his gaze locked on her. And smirked. 😏

Not a big, obvious smirk—just a tiny twitch at the corner of his lips. The “I know exactly who you are and I’m 1000% amused” kind of smile.

Sarah wanted to melt into her chair. Or the floor. Or the Earth’s core. 🌍🔥 Teleport me to Mars, Scotty. Or the Moon. Or another galaxy. Anywhere but here.

“I’m your new math teacher,” he said with a grin. “You can call me Mr. David. Or just David. Now, it's your turn to introduce yourselves!” 😁📘

A collective groan echoed around the room.

“Ughhhh introductions…”

“Nooo not again…”

“My only hobby is sleeping, don’t make me say that out loud!” 😩💤

But Sarah was far too busy having a full-blown existential meltdown in her chair to join in the chorus of despair. 😵‍♀️💥

This is it. I’m being karmically punished.

For every awkward thing I’ve ever said. For calling that cashier “mom” last summer. For waving at someone who wasn’t waving at me.

This is cosmic retribution.

One by one, her classmates stood up and shared their names, hobbies, weird facts, and Netflix obsessions.

“I’m Jake, and I build Lego cities in my basement.” 🧱

“I’m Nia, and I’ve watched Bridgerton five times.” 👑

“I’m Carlos. My hobby is annoying my siblings and surviving high school.” 🙃[college]

Sarah could feel her turn approaching like a freight train covered in glitter and doom. 🚂✨💀

Then it happened.

“And you, in the back row,” David said casually, but his eyes were locked directly on her.

🎯 Direct hit.

Sarah blinked. Her brain screamed. Her soul tried to exit her body again.

Slowly, like a deer in slow-motion headlights 🦌🚗💥, she stood.

Head bowed.

Face blazing red. 🍅🔥

She was now 70% embarrassment and 30% human.

She imagined herself as a ninja. Silent. Invisible. Able to vanish in a cloud of smoke. 🥷💨

But unfortunately, stealth mode was not available in real life.

“U-uh… I’m… Sarah,” she croaked, voice barely louder than a mouse in a pillow fort. 🐭🛏️

David raised an eyebrow, his amused smirk still quietly mocking her from the front of the room.

“And... any hobbies, Sarah?”

Sarah stared at him. Don't make me say it. Don’t make me tell the truth.

But the words escaped her lips like a betrayal.

“Crying in bookstores.” 😭📚

The room went silent. Then someone giggled. Then another. And then—

The entire class burst into laughter. 🤣😂💀

Even David chuckled, holding up his hands in mock sympathy.

“That’s valid. Honestly, same.” 🤷‍♂️

Sarah sat down, face still tomato-red, but slightly less mortified. Just slightly.

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"I'm... Sarah," she mumbled, voice barely a whisper, like she was trying to communicate telepathically instead. 🫣📡

And with that microscopic display of social courage, she immediately collapsed back into her seat, praying—no, manifesting—that her spectacularly short introduction would render her invisible. 🪄✨🫥

But oh no.

It didn’t.

David chuckled.

A rich, amused, far-too-familiar chuckle.

The kind of laugh that made her ears burn like toaster settings on “lava.” 🔥🍞

“Well, Sarah,” he said slowly, and she definitely heard the smirk in his voice,

“it’s certainly a pleasure to meet you… again.”

(〇o〇；)

WHAT.

The class turned in slow-motion unison. Heads swiveled. Eyebrows rose. Mouths opened.

“Oooooooooooooh.” 😮😏📢

A single sound, perfectly synchronized like a Broadway chorus of nosy teenagers. 🎭

Sarah wanted to crawl under her desk and live there forever. 🪑🕳️

Abort mission. Anonymity is dead. Dignity has left the building.

She was now officially "Bus Guy’s Acquaintance"—the most cursed title ever bestowed in the history of homerooms. ✨🚌💔

Great.

Just GREAT.

The semester had barely started and she was already a meme. 😫📉

She knew—she just knew—this was going to be the longest semester in the history of math.

Quadratic equations + flashbacks = doom.

Sarah sank deeper into her chair, attempting full molecular fusion with the worn-out seat fabric. 🧬🪑

She peeked up through her hair.

David, the formerly mysterious Bus Guy turned full-time Math Guy, was still watching her.

Still smirking. 😏📘🧠

She could feel it.

The heat in her cheeks was rising like a thermometer left in the sun. ☀️🌡️

Blush: LEVEL MAXIMUM.

Her entire face felt like it was about to ignite.

(〇///〇；)

Her mind spiraled into chaos:

How do I escape?

Is there a trapdoor under my desk?

Can I fake spontaneous teleportation?

Would anyone notice if I just yeeted myself out the window?

Nope.

All options led to social suicide.

Her only choice?

Endure.

The ultimate introvert nightmare. 💀💪

Finally, finally, David turned back to the whiteboard. Sarah exhaled a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding for about 600 years. 😮‍💨

Maybe it’s over.

Maybe he’ll forget me.

Maybe I can blend into the background like a math ninja.

🧮🥷📏 Unseen. Unheard. Un-embarrassed.

“Alright,” David said brightly, turning his marker into a wand of confusion. “Let’s kick things off with... quadratic equations!”

Cue the groans. 😩😩😩

Sarah blinked at the board.

A swirling vortex of x’s, y’s, parentheses, and numbers stared back at her like an alien prophecy. 👽➗🧠

Were these math problems... or ancient runes?

She gripped her pen and pretended to take notes.

What she wrote:

〰️🌀🎨🦑 (aka meaningless curly doodles and a suspicious squid)

Every few seconds, she dared to glance up.

Was he still looking at her?

Yes.

No.

Wait—YES?! 😳

His gaze felt like a laser pointer aimed directly at her forehead. 🔴😬

WHY IS HE STILL SMILING.

WHY IS HE SO GOOD AT SMILING.

WHY IS MY FACE STILL ON FIRE.

She scribbled something on her notebook.

“Sarah + embarrassment = lifelong trauma” 💔📐

Despite the utter mortification, a tiny part of her—a very confused part—couldn’t help but think:

Well…

Math class just got interesting. 😏📚❤️‍🔥

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