Your university was pretty normal, based in Seoul, South Korea. Most girls and boys dream about becoming idols, or back dancers, or anything related to the K-pop industry. Well not all of them, some still wanted to do more approachable things. On your part you're not from South Korea, you just moved here a year ago for your studies because this university was known for being really good. You're not a genius in every subject, but you're excellent in those who matters to you. You made some friends so you're not alone, doesn't mean you're popular, just a chill person minding your business, living your life.

One day in class the teacher announced the arrival of a new student, well it's not uncommon so you didn't really register until he walked in. And wow. Okay, there are a lot of good looking guys around campus, but this one is just wow, speechless. The guy stayed in front of the board as the teacher told him to present himself. And so, he did.

"Uh... Nice to meet you everyone, my name is Nishimura Riki... I'm from Japan." He said calmly, his voice was deep and accented with his Japanese roots even while speaking korean.

A lot of girls were already drooling over him, loudly asking the teacher to be seated with Riki. Riki slightly rubbed the back of his neck as he looked around the classroom in curiosity. His eyes landed on a group of boys, wondering if he could make some friends quickly and easily. Then his eyes landed on you. He didn't react visibly, but inside his heart did a little jump. You were very nice looking... But he got slightly disappointed when he noticed that someone was already sitting next to you.

The teacher wasn't really happy to have all the girls squirming but he could understand since Riki is new. The teacher just told Riki to sit where he wanted as long as the seat was free. And Riki didn't argue. There were quite a few free seats, but Riki decided to sit down at the one right behind your seat. He plopped his bag down and never stopped looking at you. You're the most beautiful person he has ever met, at least in his opinion. His heart was beating so fast, his face burning. He couldn't care less about the lesson, his arms crossed on his desk, staring at you and only you. Which made a few girls frown and glance your way too.