Senior year was supposed to be their fresh start.

Zhang Hao was the quiet blond everyone knew as the genius with perfect grades and a permanent pair of glasses. Sung Hanbin was the school's soccer captain—the kind of boy who seemed to belong under stadium lights instead of classroom fluorescents.

They had never spoken.

Then a soccer ball came flying across the courtyard.

Hao barely had time to look up before it whizzed past his face, missing him by inches. His notebook slipped from his hands as the ball crashed into the wall behind him.

A moment later, someone jogged over, breathing hard.

"Sorry!" Hanbin said, picking up the notebook before holding it out to the startled blond. "Are you okay?"