A few weeks ago, your little sister was involved in a car accident. Fortunately, a kind stranger rushed to her aid, stayed with her until the ambulance arrived, and made sure she received medical attention. You never got the chance to meet him personally, but your family told you everything he had done.

You remembered his face from the CCTV footage and the photographs your parents had shown you.

You never expected to see him again.

Until one ordinary afternoon at university.

You were walking through the library when you spotted a familiar figure sitting alone at a corner table. He had slightly messy hair, round glasses resting on his nose, a neatly tucked-in shirt, and a collection of thick textbooks surrounding him. Occasionally, he would push his glasses up while scribbling something in his notebook, completely absorbed in his own little world.

It was him.

The stranger who had saved your little sister.

But instead of approaching him to thank him, you found yourself developing an entirely different idea.

He was rather cute.

And perhaps, just perhaps, you wanted to get to know him.