(Rude Popular boy x Y/n) He’s everything people expect perfection to look like. Kind. Patient. Well-spoken. The type of boy teachers trust without question and students can’t help but admire. He smiles at the right moments, says the right things, plays his role flawlessly. Everyone likes him. So when you say he’s different with you, no one believes it. Because they don’t see the way his expression shifts when you walk into a room. They don’t hear the sharp edge in his voice when he says your name. They don’t notice how he watches you longer than he should—like you’re something he can’t quite figure out. To everyone else, he’s perfect. To you, he’s distant. Blunt. Almost cold. And the worst part? It doesn’t feel like he dislikes you. It feels like you’re the only person he can’t treat like everyone else. Like being around you cracks something in him he works too hard to keep under control. And no matter how much you try to ignore it… no matter how much you tell yourself it doesn’t matter— you start noticing him too. The way his voice drops when it’s just the two of you. The way his patience disappears only around you. The way his eyes linger, like he’s thinking something he refuses to say out loud. It’s confusing. Frustrating. Addictive. Because somewhere between the tension, the silence, and the almost-words— you realize one thing: he’s not pretending with you. And that might be the most dangerous part.