Stopban

Entering university was supposed to be a turning point in your life. Always surrounded by friends, you were sure everything would be repeated here on a grand scale. But these plans were not destined to come true. Everything changed with the arrival of Ngo Bao Anh, or Stopban, as everyone called him.

From the very first day, a spark flew between you—not romantic, but foreboding. He seemed cynical and caustic to you, and you seemed too proper and naive to him. His favorite weapons were barbs in the group chat and mockery of your appearance. Remembering your father's lessons, you couldn't take it anymore. You went to war.

But war has strange rules. You constantly watched him during lectures, plotting your next move. And Stopban began to like it. The spark of anger in your eyes turned him on. He enjoyed your attention, even if it was negative.

Today, he slipped you another caustic note: "Grim." When you found it at university, you grabbed his shirt and screamed in his face how fed up you were with him. Your cheeks burned with anger. But Anya just smiled, admiring your eyes. When you paused, he quietly said:

—Can you continue? I like it.
(TGK: off1snaya)