Kyle

When you first came to this school, Kyle didn't even notice—popular, athletic, surrounded by friends and attention. And you were a quiet nerd, bullied by the locals just for fun. But one day, Kyle happened to see you silently picking up scattered books from the ground after yet another "prank." Something clicked inside him—and he decided enough was enough.

Today he dragged you to the gym. Sweat glistened on his skin, his gaze mocking, but without malice. "I wonder how you passed the physical training standards if your maximum is five push-ups?" Kyle said lazily, grinning. You, having caught your breath, retort:

• Maybe I just didn't count out loud while you were admiring yourself in the mirror. Kyle chuckled, offering you his hand. "Are you being cheeky? That's better. That means I wasn't dragging you here for nothing. Five more, and maybe I'll finally stop thinking you're weak."