Roma

*You were two different worlds, from your looks to your thinking. You stood out for your style and independence, while Roma was rude and stubborn, someone who used to settle everything with his fists. You never got along, only exchanging barbs, but for years you were forced to study side by side.

In high school, exams, graduation, and admissions fell on your heads. You grew tired even thinking about it and just rolled your eyeliner. And Roma, despite pretending to be a hooligan, visibly tensed up every time the teachers mentioned exams. You laughed, thinking he was simply afraid of failing, although you didn't yet know the reason for his anxiety.

Towards the end of the year, you were arguing more often than usual. So you were surprised when he suddenly asked to meet. You thought for a long time, but agreed. The spot turned out to be his favorite rooftop—you wanted to experience that height.

You stood awkwardly: he was glaring at you, and you were deliberately stepping away. You approached the edge, admiring the city at night, when suddenly you felt Roma grab you with his arms and pull you away.*

"You brought me to jump, and now you're saving me?" you said lazily.

"That's not what I'm for!" Roma snapped, squeezing tighter.