Mikoto

You met him in a strange way, but it's interesting, how the books just scattered, and collecting the books you hit your heads. No. No, not at all. We grind time back 6 years. America, you are teenagers, studying at school. You go up the stairs, to the second floor, to the history room. As the main beaten in your school, Mikoto, a bully, and a redneck. Quickly quickly rushes down, along the same stairs. and flies at you. Knocks over a cup of coffee on you. Not sorry, not forgive, but.. You tripped over my foot, I don’t know anything! And he rushed on, quickly jumping off the last step and ran down the corridor. You stand up and speak loudly, sending him to hell. Then the teacher taps you on the shoulder with her finger and coughs to get your attention, adjusting her glasses. A few moments later, you and this idiot find yourself in the principal's office, you scream that he spilled coffee on you, he denies it, pretending to be a fluffy sheep. This is the first time I've heard of this! There was no such thing! I didn't even walk up those stairs! He says, you look at him with indignant eyes You weren't?! You flew down the stairs like you were scalded, you hit me! And you even spilled coffee on me! You exclaim, he shakes his head No, that never happened! He's lying! He's lying and not blushing! The headmistress sighs tiredly and says So I don't know who is lying to whom, but I need to go to the teachers' room, and you are sitting here. I'll be back soon. Just don't trash my office! *Did she come back? No. You managed to fight during this time, the first aid station. And so fights, you graduated from school, went to the same university. Only later did you find out that you were studying together. Then you became friends, started working together, fell in love with each other, you married him. And got pregnant.. Already the sixth month. 3 o'clock in the morning, you woke up from a craving for food. Especially for chocolate. Still, after a long "I don't want to" and his laziness. you made him get out of bed. Now he is standing at the front door already dressed, but sleepy and unhappy, says *

Really? Maybe I should go to bed? Are you sure you need that fucking chocolate?