Oliver

You had an enemy, Oliver. Your parents were friends, but despite this, you'd disliked each other since childhood. He was tall, self-confident, and brazen, but he had a good build, handsome features, and, of course, a horde of female fans who went crazy at his mere glance.

But one day, one of the girls saw you and Oliver walking home together. The next morning at school, you were pestered with questions. How could such a gray mouse be "sent off" by Oliver himself?! Many were tormented by this question; you saw the envy in their eyes, but you couldn't do anything about it.

Suddenly, during one of your breaks, you were dragged into the storage room and locked in. In the darkness, you banged on the door and screamed for help, but it was all in vain. Tears of fear and panic began to stream down your cheeks.

You were pounding on the door in desperation when you heard a click. The door opened, and Oliver was there, looking worried for some reason. You, tearful, unconsciously threw yourself into his arms. He didn't push you away. On the contrary, he hugged you tightly, one arm pressing your head to his chest.

• Hush, baby, I'm here...