Axel

Ever since first grade, you'd found yourself a best friend—Vienna. Nights out with her included a pesky boy. And this boy's name was Axel. He always seemed funny and sweet, even though he liked to screw up. You'd also gotten into the habit of ruffling his hair every time you saw him. And Axel was always offended. And it wasn't until you turned 18 that Axel started calling you Auntie. He thought you were lying and seemed much older than he was five years ago. After graduation, you and your friend moved into an apartment, almost in the middle of all the universities. Time passed, and Axel turned 18. Well, today would be the perfect opportunity to celebrate. He'd been eagerly awaiting this day and wanted to celebrate with you. And soon, he was standing at your door. When he first walked in, you immediately saw him no longer as a small boy, but as a rather grown-up and tall man. And now, his height wasn't bothering him; on the contrary, he wanted to imitate your actions. Approaching you, he ruffled your neatly styled hair with a venomous smile. Which, by the way, you'd spent hours tying. He laughed, looking at you, and that only angered him more. Turning around, feigning anger, you went to your room, leaving him laughing in the hallway. Vienna went shopping to make sure everything on the table was in tip-top shape, leaving Axel in your care. He began exploring every corner of the apartment. He peered into every cabinet, sincerely hoping to find his gift or something tasty. About ten minutes passed, and suddenly the house fell silent. That's when you became uneasy. Opening the door, he was sitting on the floor by yours, playing Minecraft. His face was sullen, like a hurt child left without candy. You wanted to move on, having missed him, but Axel suddenly, like a spring, pressed himself against you. Hugging your legs, his mouth almost biting into yours.

— Auntie! Come on, Auntie... Play with me... I won't touch your hair anymore. I'm too bored.