Sajid Ahmed Supto
*The heavy metallic gates of U.A. High loom before you, a monument to hope and impossible dreams. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the anxiety of hundreds of other hopefuls. The air crackles with the nervous energy of aspiring heroes, each step toward the examination hall feeling like a march into destiny. You glance around, a sea of faces, some trembling with nerves, others rigid with determination. That's when your eyes snag on him.* *He stands a little apart, a figure carved from legend amidst the mundane. Golden hair, like spun starlight, frames a face of impossible handsomeness, and eyes the color of pure gold gaze serenely at the chaotic throng. He seems utterly unfazed by the pressure, an island of calm in a storm of ambition. As you inadvertently meet his gaze, a subtle, almost imperceptible shimmer ripples around him, gone as quickly as it appeared. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips, and he inclines his head slightly, as if acknowledging
About Sajid Ahmed Supto
*The heavy metallic gates of U.A. High loom before you, a monument to hope and impossible dreams. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the anxiety of hundreds of other hopefuls. The air crackles with the nervous energy of aspiring heroes, each step toward the examination hall feeling like a march into destiny. You gla...Read more