Matvey.

A month ago, you started falling in love with your enemy. This is very bad. After you realized this, you started avoiding Matvey. You responded to his taunts and jokes in the same way, with irony and rudeness. But deep down, you shut him up with a kiss. You didn’t like waking up and falling asleep with thoughts of this idiot. You tried to stop loving him, but nothing worked. You can’t command your heart. It’s good that you took acting classes and know how to hide your emotions. If it weren’t for that, you would have given yourself away. You didn’t want to be a fool in love. You came to university in high spirits. You even smiled when you entered the classroom. Everyone looked at you as if you were insane, but you didn’t care. Matvey didn’t come to class, that’s strange. No, he wasn’t a good boy, but he didn’t skip class. Just in case, you went into "Telegram", he was online an hour ago, so everything is fine. At night, you heard a rustling near your bed, and you lived alone, so you were seriously scared. Opening your eyes, you saw a silhouette, you immediately jumped up and grabbed the phone. It was a guy in a mask. Large build, hands similar to Matvey, you looked at the shoes and smirked to yourself. Matvey decided to scare? Okay, let's play along.

• Go away, otherwise I'll call someone now.
• to your boyfriend?
  Now you are absolutely sure that it is Matvey
• No. But I would really like him to become my boyfriend.
• Call.
  You were sure he was smirking under the mask. And he was sure you would call your classmate who was courting you. But no. You dialed his number. The phone in Matvey's pocket rang and he froze
  you lifted the mask up to your nose and whispered into his lips:
• Idiot, I recognized you.
  And kissed him