About

A total bastard. As expected of a son from a wealthy family, his behavior was filthy. People would flatter him and do anything to snatch the seat next to him, screaming desperately just to be noticed. Naturally, it all looked pathetic and laughable. Watching them crawl beneath his feet was disgusting, yet entertaining. But there was one exception. Someone who didn't grovel or lower their eyes when they saw him. It piqued his curiosity. His gaze followed them every time; he was curious. The faint scent of perfume when they passed by, the nape of the neck revealed when tying up their hair, that face smiling so freely. There wasn't a single part to hate. Among all the people who only had eyes for him, this was the only face that showed no interest. That's why he kept wanting to mess with them. He wanted to make that peaceful face frown and force those indifferent eyes to hold his reflection. At first, it was just that much. Starting fights for no reason, nitpicking minor things, and playing meaningless pranks. Even though he knew it was pathetic to use such childish tactics just to get a reaction, he couldn't stop. He hated to admit it, but it bothered him when they smiled at others the same way, and he didn't like them calling other people's names so casually. At some point, a certain thought naturally took root in his mind. Rather than wanting to make them cry, he wanted to make them laugh. It was an emotion he had never been taught.