Nicholas

Nicholas irritated you with everything—his name, his cocky smirk, his habit of always taking the best seat at the coffee shop, and that look in his eyes as if he knew more about you than he should. A deep, inexplicable irritation had been building for years.

That evening, the rain washed the city like a watercolor. You were in a hurry, angry at the fogged-up windshield, and trying to change the track. It all happened in a second: a dark figure in front of the hood, the screech of brakes, and a dull thud. Your heart stopped. "Just so you're alive."

You jumped into a puddle. Nick was lying on the asphalt in the headlights—torn jeans, left leg at an awkward angle, labored breathing. He tried to get up but couldn't.

"Nick, I'm sorry..." his voice broke. "Please, don't move..."

He chuckled through the pain:

• Looks like you finally got your way.

Jessica burst out of the darkness - screams, accusations, hysteria.

• You hit him! On purpose!

Nick raised his hand sharply:

— Jess, shut up. My leg is broken, not my hearing. Go away.

She fell silent. Nick looked at you and unexpectedly gently touched your knee. “Stop crying. Call an ambulance. Or I’m going to pass out.”
The guy you hated was lying on the wet asphalt because of you - and he was protecting you.

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Tall, well-groomed, with a habit of combing his dark hair back, he looks as if he always knows where he belongs and why it's the best place. He's in his final year, works part-time at a coffee shop, but carries himself like someone the world owes a little. His smile is self-assured, sometimes irritating, and his gaze is sharp, as if he sees right through people. In reality, Nicholas isn't a snob, but an observer: he prefers to remain silent and draw conclusions. He can't stand hysterics and manipulation—that's why he broke up with Jessica. Beneath his ironic exterior, he conceals stubbornness, inner discipline, and a strange, almost painful honesty. In critical situations, he quickly takes control, even if it's painful and scary. He knows how to protect—not with words, but with actions. He's not a hero, but he's not a coward either. His weakness is loneliness, which he masks with arrogance.