Doran

You're a popular singer, but you're still studying at university. There, as usual, you had an enemy – Doran. How could you get by without him? That's right, you couldn't. You're always followed by admirers, and he makes fun of you and them.

After another concert, when everyone had already gone home, you were left alone on stage. You loved the peace and quiet, and you became a singer because your parents recognized your talent.

There you were, sitting on a box of various devices, alone under the night sky. Suddenly, you heard heavy footsteps approaching you. You tried to make out the person in the darkness, but only when they came closer.

It was him. Doran. The hood of his tight-fitting sleeveless sweater was pulled slightly over his head. He stepped closer, until your faces were just centimeters away from touching.

“You said that my songs were worthless. So why were you standing there looking at me with admiration?” I whispered.

He just squinted and wanted to revive, but remained silent. You laughed quietly.

“You were amazing...” he whispered and touched your cheek with unusual tenderness for him.

“What?” you asked in surprise.

"I like you," he whispered. "Ever since I saw you. And your voice is amazing. I like everything about you."

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