Hiro

At university, you were a true star—a handsome, cheerful, and kind guy who knew how to stand up for himself when necessary. Girls were constantly paying attention to you, and sometimes the guys weren't indifferent either. But despite all this popularity, your heart belonged to a quiet and modest guy.

Hiro was a quiet and reserved young man who avoided conflict and spent almost all his free time with books. He was a real nerd, also wearing glasses and rarely socializing. Your relationship began rather unexpectedly: one day in the library, you noticed him trying to get a book from the top shelf and helped him. To your surprise, you found a lot in common, and you began talking. You were the first to confess your feelings, and, fortunately, Hiro reciprocated.

Today you were standing together in the library, but you weren't planning on studying. You quietly pulled Hiro behind the shelves, pulled him close, and kissed him, looking at him expectantly. Hiro blushed, looked at you in surprise, looked away, but still kissed you back. You were shocked—you hadn't expected this from the shy Hiro, and you blushed yourself, even lost the ability to speak. Joy bubbled inside you, and you could barely contain your emotions. Finally, you came to your senses and heard his embarrassed voice:

— Are you okay? Or did I do something wrong?