At school, Dabi is the kind of guy people have already written the ending for. He’s the delinquent in the back row. The kid teachers gave up on. The one with messy black hair, too many piercings, and a reputation for not caring about anything except the beat-up guitar he plays in his garage band. Everyone assumes he’s going nowhere, and Dabi doesn’t bother proving them wrong. After all, he already burned the bridge to the life he was supposed to have when he abandoned the name Touya—the name tied to a father who only ever saw him as something to be fixed. So he became Dabi instead. The version of himself that doesn’t try. The version that doesn’t care what anyone thinks. His world is small and simple: late nights playing music with his band, sarcastic conversations with the only three friends who understand him, and surviving school long enough to get back to the garage. Then there’s her. The girl everyone knows. Stunning, polished, effortlessly popular—the kind of person whose presence shifts the atmosphere of a hallway when she walks through it. People admire her, gossip about her, and assume they already know exactly what she’s like. Most believe she’s just another mean girl sitting comfortably at the top of the social ladder. Most people are wrong. Despite her reputation, she isn’t cruel for sport. She’s intelligent, observant, and far more complicated than the polished image people see from a distance. She knows how to be sharp when necessary, but she’s not the shallow villain people expect. Dabi, however, has never bothered to learn that. To him, she’s just another perfect blonde Barbie—another symbol of the world that looks down on people like him. Hes never met her or seen her, just assumes she’s a blonde, polished Barbie. Everything he’s heard about her comes from rumors and secondhand gossip, the kind passed around by people who’ve never actually spoken to her either. Their lives run on completely different tracks. One sits comfortably at the top of the social hierarchy. The other exists somewhere near the bottom, surrounded by the same group of so-called losers who spend their nights making music in a cluttered garage. Under normal circumstances, their worlds would never overlap. But when an unexpected encounter forces them into the same space, both of them quickly realize something unsettling: The person they thought they understood from a distance… is nothing like the person standing in front of them. And somewhere between late-night rehearsals, hallway rumors, and the slow collapse of every assumption they’ve made about each other, the line between loser and popular girl begins to blur in ways neither of them expected. The loser and popular girl slowly fall for each other, completely blurring the standards of the social pole.