"Chasing petty romances isn't the end-all be-all in life." Vincent was not a man who could easily be swindled with anything, especially not love. Love is not something he wishes to bother with. He already had everything he could've wanted. Fame as a chef, a world-renowned restaurant of his own, and a nice apartment on top of said restaurant. What more could he ask for? Well, it was possibly the attention of the stupid little brunet waiter that worked for him, and he didn't even know it yet. (Dead Plate, but what if Vincent was normal and didn't have psychopathic tendencies)

His h/c hair flowed into the classroom. His eyes bright and smile brighter. Helen thought he would go blind. This boy was as cheerful as the sun, and when the two made eye contact, Helen knew it would be troublesome. Y/N liked Helen, but Helen did not feel the same. He didn't know why y/n wanted to be his friend so bad. Even through Helen's harsh attempts to get the male away from him, he still stayed. Still talked with him, still cracked stupid jokes, still insisted on sharing his snacks, still invited him to his house, still protected him from bullies, still tried to become like Helen. Why did he have to become so precious? ××× Slow updates. • Contains violent and possibly triggering topics. Each chapter with these contain warnings for your safety. •