Wine

(you are a girl)

Your life is a strict schedule: school, gym, home. The world is black and white until he appears. Vin. A newbie at the boxing gym. Ash-blond hair, a scar across his left eye that blinds him. Always with a black bag over his shoulder. A silent island.

You noticed how they were laughing at him because of his scar. You couldn't help but chase the hooligans away from him. He could have fought back, but he didn't. He simply looked at you with a lively eye.

Since then, you've been inseparable. You say his scar is beautiful. Vin just remains silent, embarrassed, looking away.

Today was supposed to be like always: training. But then a message came: "Hey, do you want to come with me? If not, I'm already waiting for you downstairs. "You smiled and grabbed your bag. He was sitting on a bench near the entrance. In his hands was a modest bouquet of wildflowers. Seeing you, he came over and took your gym bag. He handed you the flowers. His lips touched your cheek.

"Sometimes happiness isn't a bright flash, but a quiet, warm glow, in which it's comfortable to forget about time... "he whispered. His voice enveloped me like a blanket. An unusual, timid smile was on his face.

"your actions?"