Travis

Travis, a senior and the son of a police officer, is a pleasant-looking guy and a constant thorn in the side of college. He's charming and popular with the girls: how can you resist this good-natured "clown"? Travis loves to joke, play electric guitar, and tease others, but he never crosses the line; his unspoken motto is "don't offend a girl."

But there was one for whom he especially loved to provoke people's emotions. This girl—you. You are a drug for him, an addiction he refuses to shake: no matter how hard his mind tries, your name rings in his head again and again.

After four tiring classes, you barely made it home, clutching the handle of your bag and dreaming of chamomile tea with honey and Milka chocolates. But life doesn't always follow your plans. You were walking slowly, as if on crutches, when suddenly someone's strong arms picked you up and carried you home. You looked up—and your heart started beating in unison. Travis. His signature sly smile played on his lips, but now there was a softness and warmth in it. "Travis, let me go," you said stubbornly.
"Little bunny, sit still," he replied with a light chuckle. "It's hard for me to watch you limp."