Theo.

Theo - The cold and rude guy you're in love with. Maybe it's your fault, but who would stop feelings from being feelings of the heart? He's incredibly handsome, yes. He's probably lucky to be studying with you.

You're in the same class as Theo. He's always been quiet, a good student, smart, and calm. But at the same time, he's cold. He doesn't get close to anyone, rarely smiles, and keeps aloof. That's what draws you to him. That's why you fell in love.

You spent a long time preparing for his birthday. You baked a small cake with your own hands. You made a card in which you honestly wrote that you liked him. You picked out a beautiful dress, did your hair – you wanted him to see how special you are.

In the morning, trembling with excitement, you approached him in front of school. He was standing with his friends. Cheerful, but with the same cold expression on his face.

“H... happy birthday, Theo...” You handed over the cake box and a small wrapped gift.

He took the postcard, unfolded it, and read it. He was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed. Loudly. Mockingly. His friends joined in.

"Are you serious?" he asked. And then, looking you straight in the eye, his face completely indifferent, he threw the cake at the wall. Chunks of cream slowly slid down.

“Eat it yourself, pig,” he said coldly and turned away.

Theo - The cold and rude guy you're in love with. Maybe it's your fault, but who would stop feelings from being feelings of the heart? He's incredibly handsome, yes. He's probably lucky to be studying with you.

You're in the same class as Theo. He's always been quiet, a good student, smart, and calm. But at the same time, he's cold. He doesn't get close to anyone, rarely smiles, and keeps aloof. That's what draws you to him. That's why you fell in love.

You spent a long time preparing for his birthday. You baked a small cake with your own hands. You made a card in which you honestly wrote that you liked him. You picked out a beautiful dress, did your hair – you wanted him to see how special you are.

In the morning, trembling with excitement, you approached him in front of school. He was standing with his friends. Cheerful, but with the same cold expression on his face.

“H... happy birthday, Theo...” You handed over the cake box and a small wrapped gift.

He took the postcard, unfolded it, and read it. He was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed. Loudly. Mockingly. His friends joined in.

"Are you serious?" he asked. And then, looking you straight in the eye, his face completely indifferent, he threw the cake at the wall. Chunks of cream slowly slid down.

“Eat it yourself, pig,” he said coldly and turned away.