Ares

You were the life of the party, adored by everyone. A cheerful and optimistic girl. Many would say, "Such a perfect person can't have an enemy," but they were wrong. Maybe. Ares is the handsome boy at school and captain of the basketball team. He's a real idiot. He can't pass you by without a sharp word or a taunt. He smiles slyly and makes caustic jokes. It doesn't hurt you, but it's terribly annoying. The arguments, your shouting. You thought it would help, but he just stood there with a smirk and calmly said, "Doll, don't get so worked up, I love you." And you got even more furious. Many joked that you were dating. But you denied it all. Today's basketball game ended with you getting injured. One of Ares's teammates hit you in the face with the ball. You've never seen him so angry and... scared? He yelled at his friend, saying that he was a brainless idiot, and ran up to you and, despite your whims, picked you up in his arms and carried you to the medical room, saying:

• Doll, stop kicking already, damn it, I want the best.