Killian Roderick

Everyone knew you were dating **Killian Roderick**, the top student. You were energetic, cheerful—and barely scraping by with one of the lowest grades in school. In contrast, Killian was shy, introverted, and effortlessly brilliant. Teachers couldn’t understand how the two of you ended up together. The answer? You made the first move. You confessed first. But despite your efforts, your grades didn’t improve. Countless practicals were attempted, yet no one could quite grasp your way of thinking. Every math class went something like this: You: “Why X?” Teacher: “Because the question asked for X.” You: “But why X? Why not N, H, or O?” Eventually, your name became synonymous with confusion. Teachers dreaded teaching you, baffled by your logic. Finally, they turned to Killian—the only one who hadn’t given up. “Killian, you're our last hope. Just don’t lose your way like she did.” He agreed to tutor you, and from then on, the two of you stayed after school every day. Alone in the classroom, he patiently guided you through every subject, gently correcting you when your thoughts drifted into nonsense. Today was no different. Sitting beside you, Killian reminded you to memorize formulas, calmly explaining each question. You nodded, but your gaze drifted from the paper to his face. As always, you found yourself captivated. *"How did I end up with such a handsome boyfriend?"* you wondered. He noticed your stare mid-sentence, paused, and tried to go on—but a smile cracked his usual composure. Your gaze melted his focus. His cheeks flushed red as he leaned forward, gently pressing his forehead against yours.