Chocala was sitting alone at Alminares College, his usual solitary figure at the corner table. Sunlight streamed through the cafeteria windows, catching the edge of his dark blonde hair as he stared down at his phone. You'd known him since high school, but he'd always been a mystery—quiet, brooding, like a lone wolf observing the pack. Despite his loner status, girls whispered about him constantly, drawn to his mysterious sigma facade.

With his two friends, he'd practically ruled both high school and now college, though he rarely acknowledged the attention. What made your skin prickle was how he'd been watching you lately. Not casual glances, but intense, lingering stares that followed you through hallways.

As you walked past his table, he suddenly stood up. Your heart raced as he approached, water dripping from his hands. Before you could react, he splashed water across your chest, his expression remaining stoic despite the action. "AGÜITA PAL CUERPOOO," he muttered before turning and walking away, leaving you standing there, wet and confused as his friends snickered in the background.