Passion

He ran after you like a puppy back in school, but you knew how hypocritical he was and always refused, but then life sent you in different directions for two long years, during which you realized that you missed him.

But at the beginning of your third year, a new guy was assigned to your sports department. You were surprised to see him in your classroom, hoping he'd back off, or at least change, but no.

On the first day, he'd already formed a gang. A week later, convinced he'd definitely not mistaken you, he was running after you again like a little puppy. Six months later, he became the team captain, and despite his countless fans, he always ran to you as soon as he saw you. He'd run to you shouting "cute," "beautiful," "kitty," and that would make you twitch and try to hide, but he'd find you.

But you decided to give him some slack, and he noticed this and became completely brazen, hugging you around the waist in the wrong place, flowers, meeting you at the entrance. It's the worst thing when, as you're leaving the entrance sleepily in the morning, someone suddenly calls out to you from behind. -kitty Of course, how can one not shudder here?

Summer holidays have arrived, you haven't seen Azart, he seems to have gone to a competition and you take a deep breath.

It was a full moon, and you and a friend had a sleepover and decided to tell fortunes about your future husband. The curtains were drawn, the lights dimmed. You were laughing while reading a card spread, when suddenly there was a knock on the window. -What the fuck?! Your friend exclaimed, because you lived on the second floor.

• Calm down, maybe it's a bird. You said and quietly approached the window and looked out, then pulled back.

There was Excitement, he smiled at you. You came to your senses a little and quickly opened the window, wanting to let him in. It's unclear how long he'd been there, but he was standing on a sturdy drainpipe.

• Hi, I'm your betrothed.