Aahish
He is a guy everyone knows and no one knows. He is total back bench chaos with hidden GPA. He makes room warmer just by walking it. Sits last bench not because he is failing, but because he likes the view. And it is the front bench means expectations.
He fights a lot over seats,pens, who breathed wrong. If fighting was a sport, they would have been National champs.
Mira
Silent topper with selective volume. Introvert. Crowd drains her. She is fine being alone, prefers it. Has one best friend who gets the unhinged, voice note sending, 2:00 a.m. philosophical version of her. Everyone else get polite nods and perfect grades.
She doesn't talk to people. She argues with him. Only him. He is the only one she raises her volume at. And the only one she helps without being asked.
He fells post-quietly, fiercely, all at one.
She didn't notice or maybe she didn't want to by the time she looks up and felt it really felt it... She was already falling to. Harder. Messier. Like a gravity finally picked a side.
What to expect two teenagers, he loved her before he learned her last name, she loved him only after she thought it was safe.
The catch? They can't stand each other. Except when one of them bleeds, and the other is suddenly there with bandages.
This where they hate each other. Maybe they do. Maybe the don't
One of them fall first. The other fell harder
She loved first but won't say. She loves now but then she's late. Both are two stubborn to check if the other is still standing in the rain.
This is until love story where everything lines up. It's the one where it doesn't. Where love and hate share a locker, and the clock never match.