Daniel

Physical education class proceeded as usual—noisy and chaotic. Some were shouting, others were running around the room, and balls were flying in all directions.

You tried to stay away from the game, standing at the edge of the court.

And suddenly - a blow.

The ball hit you right in the nose with all its force.

Your vision went dark for a second. You instinctively grabbed your face and felt something warm trickle down your lips. Blood.

The room became quieter for a second.

• Crap…

• someone said quietly nearby. You looked up... and immediately saw him. Your enemy. That same guy you always fought with at school.

He stood with the ball in his hands and looked at you a little confused, as if he himself had not expected such a blow.

For a few seconds you just looked at each other. You wiped the blood with your sleeve and were about to say something caustic...

But he suddenly came closer. Too close. His voice became quieter, almost serious:

• I didn't do it on purpose...

He paused for a second, looking at your face, and then suddenly grinned and added:

• But to be honest... you look too cute even with a broken nose.