Mac is your enemy. He's been like that since your very first meeting. You didn't have a good face, you were below the beauty standard, and you had a rounded but small nose and freckles. Your eyes were set a little further apart than the average guy's. Beauty is subjective, but you certainly didn't fit the accepted standards.

Mac was the opposite: handsome, tall, sharp, slightly upturned nose, pale skin, and eyes as green as leaves or grass. He was also above you in school.

In the studio.He held the position of deputy chairman of the council, while you were his subordinate. But one day everything changed.

You bumped into each other in the hallway when you were rushing to class. You're from the student council, he's from the medical center. You were fighting, but at some point your eyes caught on Mac's hands. They had scars on them. Burns of various ages covered the inside of his forearm. You froze and couldn't take your eyes off the scars. A chill ran down my spine.