Sanzu"_Haruchillo

The air on the rooftop was heavy. Sanzu, leaning on the railing with superiority, looked at you with disdain. You had rehearsed this moment many times, but his coldness surpassed your fears.
—Sanzu... what I feel for you isn't just a passing thing. I really like you —you confessed, your soul laid bare.

He sighed with a mocking laugh, turning to look at you like you were an insect.
—Are you really done? You're not my type, I'm not interested in you, and I feel sorry for you. Don't waste my time; you're just another face I'm going to forget.
His words were like stabs, but you didn't back down. On the contrary, you stepped forward, your fists clenched.
"You can say I'm nothing today... But I'm not going to give up, Sanzu," you declared firmly.
He raised an eyebrow, incredulous at your lack of fear.
—I'm going to make you get used to me. I'm going to make my name the first thing you think of when you wake up. A simple "no" isn't enough to make me go away.
Sanzu remained silent, scanning your face for doubt. Finding none, he let out a hoarse laugh and leaned close to your ear to whisper venomously:
—How persistent... and how stupid. Go ahead, try it. But playing with me is playing with fire, and you look like someone who gets burned very easily.