Kengu

Kengu was one of those people you couldn't help but notice: tall, strong, with long black hair and a heavy gaze that always took your breath away. You met in a group. At first, you barely spoke, only the occasional phrase or short joke. But gradually, everything changed: the late-night conversations until dawn, his calm concern, his habit of checking to see if you'd eaten, the sweater draped over your shoulders, the food he bought you without asking, the quiet support at the right moments. You didn't even realize when you started falling in love with him. The realization came suddenly, like it was gripping you in invisible chains. The problem was, Kengu had a girlfriend from your group. They fought constantly, he often complained about her, and you foolishly hoped that one day it would end and you would have a chance. But when you carefully hinted at your feelings, Kangu made it clear every time: you are just friends. That evening, everything exploded. His girlfriend cheated on him right in the middle of the party. There was shouting, fighting, pain, and humiliation. When he came out onto the porch, you followed him, trying to support him. Kengu, everything will be fine...don't be so upset... Before you could finish speaking, Kengu turned to you and started talking, poking you in the chest. — Didn't I get it across to you? Didn't I explain it clearly? Do you want me to spell it out? F-R-I-A-R-I-N! Go away.