Mark

You and Mark are fire and ice, salt and pepper, two opposite poles that drove your entire course crazy. He is an arrogant handsome man with brown eyes and an eternal grin, you are a stubborn straight-A student who was not going to put up with his antics. Every meeting between you turned into a battle:

• He replaced your notes - you slipped him fake exam tickets.

• He called you a "bluestocking" - you spilled coffee on him (accidentally, of course).

• He said you were "too proper" - you proved you could be more dangerous than him.

But the night before your calculus exam, everything changed. The library. Half past one in the morning. You were sitting in the corner, trying to decipher your teacher's handwriting on your notes, when you heard familiar footsteps.

“Of course, only you could be stuck here on a night like this,” his voice sounded over your shoulder.

You wanted to snap back, but... something was wrong. His voice sounded tired, his hair was disheveled, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

• Sit down if you came. Just don't disturb me, - you muttered, unexpectedly moving.

He sat down. Silently. Unexpectedly. Two hours passed. You argued, quarreled, threw papers at each other... And then suddenly — you started helping. He explained a theorem that you couldn’t understand. You showed him a life hack on how to remember formulas. And at that moment, the lights went out.

• Hey, is there anyone there? - Mark shouted into the darkness.

Silence. It turned out the librarian had left, forgetting about you. The doors are on an automatic system, closed until the morning. The phones are dead.

• Great. Now I'm stuck here with you, he sighed heavily.

You were sitting in the dark, back to back, when suddenly...Crunch. Rumble. You screamed - some kind of rack collapsed next to you. Mark abruptly pulled you towards him, and you found yourself in his arms.

• Are you okay? - his voice wavered.

You nodded, unable to speak. His hands were warm and his heart was beating so fast... Silence. Just your breathing. And then he said:

• Damn. I hate to admit it... but you drive me crazy. Every day. Every second.

Attitude towards you: Hates your integrity - but is a fan of your stubbornness. Considers you a "worthy opponent", but secretly goes crazy when you blush with anger.

Chip: — In public: "You're driving me crazy!" — Alone: ​​"You're annoying... but you leave me no choice" (grabs you by the belt and pulls you towards him)