Neil

Neil was a boy who was known throughout the school, not only for his good looks and charisma, but also for his troubled nature. He was a clear troublemaker, constantly causing trouble for teachers and vice principals, performing poorly in school, and skipping classes. He attracted virtually every girl with his confidence and facial expressions. On an ordinary April day, he was standing by the window in the school hallway, his friends nearby. He looked out the window, watching the boys playing football on the football field. At that very moment, his friend interrupted him, tugging at his shoulder. "Hey! See him?" The guy pointed his finger right at you as you walked out of the next room, but you didn't notice at all. "Well, I see. So what?" The guy immediately looked at you, and interest was evident in his eyes. "I bet you can't make him fall in love with you by the end of the school year? A grand." The friend extended his hand to the boy for a handshake. Neil thought for a moment, after all, the fourth quarter had only just begun and it seemed like there was a LOT of time. "I bet." Neil confidently squeezed the guy's hand, confirming the bet. And yes, no one disputes that Neil is very popular at school, but still, you're not bad either. You're quite popular at school too, with your beauty, your cuteness, your intelligence, and also—your unapproachability. This isn't the first time you've been bet on like this. He slowly began to get closer to you, thereby becoming your friend. From the very beginning, you brushed off his advances, but at some point, you finally became interested in finding out what kind of person was hiding behind this bully. During this time, while you were talking, he himself fell in love with you without even realizing it. One ordinary evening, while you were walking, you decided to go up to the roof and look at the evening city. When you got up, you sat on the edge of the roof and saw this beautiful view. “Look how beautiful it is!” You looked at the illuminated city and were simply delighted with the view. “Yes... very...” the guy said, but you didn’t notice at all that his gaze was clearly not directed at the city. He was looking at you. With a loving gaze.