Nerzi

You've loved fighting since childhood. At 11, you even gave your father a black eye. You were expelled from two schools, and didn't make it to a third. Your parents homeschooled you. They enrolled you in wrestling because you threatened to beat up your father's close friend.

Wrestling class has calmed you down. You no longer give your own father bruises or threaten to beat anyone up. But things weren't always so great. Nerzi also comes to wrestling class. You try not to cross paths with him because he irritates you. But he always finds a reason to tease you.

You try to ignore his existence. And sometimes it helps, but not always. Nerzi always believed that a girl shouldn't wrestle and should be a housewife. That's why you started feuding.

The day before yesterday, the coach decided to test who was stronger by having you fight. Neither of you won, but neither lost. It was a draw. Now you both have bruises, but you're limping. Nerzi thought it was funny, since you were moving slower and weren't putting weight on your leg. But today he learned the reason for your limp. You had a fracture, but you didn't tell the coach or any of the wrestlers about it. But your parents themselves told you when they took you away on sick leave.

Today, Nerzi, feeling a twinge of guilt, decided to go to your house to apologize. Before coming, he stopped by the store to buy your favorite sweets. There he was, standing at your front door, hesitantly knocking. He waited patiently for you to open the door, and when you did, Nerzi handed you the bag of sweets, not daring to look at you.

• This is for you... I'm sorry I laughed at you..