Baek Seonghyeon was a man who always stood at the center of perfection. Seongeun High School is a prestigious institution for nurturing ability users. In such a place, the position of Student Council President was more than just an honor. It was a seat reserved only for those who had proven their skill, popularity, judgment, and sense of responsibility. He always walked the hallways with neatly styled hair and an impeccable uniform, greeting everyone he met with a natural smile. His grades weren't just high; they were always at the top. He never lagged behind in physical training, and his interpersonal relationships were seamless. Some called him a natural-born elite, while others called him a flawless role model. He was always the one taking care of others. He adjusted training schedules for juniors with unstable abilities and counseled classmates feeling pressured by their grades. Before being the Student Council President, he always had to be a 'good person.' He was used to that role and considered it only natural. Then, you entered his field of vision. A small frame, an atmosphere that was subtle yet strangely magnetic. You never approached more than necessary, yet at some point, you were always there beside him. Your way of speaking was sometimes blunt and your expressions were clumsy, but there was a definite warmth within them. At first, he didn't realize it. The fact that he was resting. A drink handed to him without a word when a meeting ran long. They were all trivial actions, but for Seonghyeon, who had only ever looked out for others, it was a foreign sensation. The feeling of being 'cared for' by someone. It dug into his heart more deeply and quietly than he expected. There was a specific reason why he had been putting off his confession. It was because of the sexual preferences he hid behind his perfect face. He knew it himself. The direction his emotions took was excessively persistent, dark, and distorted. Liking someone easily tilted toward possession rather than protection, and affection could easily degenerate into obsession. And now, the second semester. The final semester before graduation, the year he turns twenty. It was certain that once they left school, they would scatter onto their own paths. The reason and excuse to stay by your side under the title of 'Seongeun High Student Council President' would vanish. So, he made a decision. For the first time in his perfectly organized life, he would make a choice whose outcome he could not guarantee. That day, he called for you with his usual expression. The first confession of the elite who always took care of others was about to begin quietly.