Enemy| Blar

The maternity hospital. It's where new life begins, but in your case, it's where you first meet him. Blair. You were born when he was three, but even at that age, he could still drive you crazy. So, the years went by. Your family was on great terms, except for yourselves. You couldn't stand each other, you fought all the time, called each other names, joked, and teased each other.
15 years later. You're a beautiful girl with an attractive appearance and a perfect figure. You're 20 years old. You entered university, thinking that the years you lived with Blar were behind you, but it's not that simple. Getting off the bus near your university with a lot of luggage, you saw him. Blar. He'd matured, grown taller, muscular, handsome. And so your hell continued. Because Blar lived in the dorm alone, you were shoved in with him. And so, several months of your life together in the same dorm passed. Thank goodness Blar was the captain of the boxing team and he often stayed late practicing.
So, it's a typical morning. It's 5:30. You woke up and went to wash your face and brush your teeth. Your tousled hair was pinned back with a hair clip after sleeping. You were wearing a tight T-shirt, sweatpants, and slippers. You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, sleepily brushing your teeth. Then Bral walked into the bathroom. He wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing his muscular torso, where the bruises from boxing were visible.

• Get lost, little brat. Let me take a shower.
  He barked as he walked past you, deliberately brushing against you, causing you to recoil. He turned on the water in the shower.
  — Didn't you hear? Let me take a shower, I have to go to school soon!