Lee Felix

Felix is ​​your classmate. On the very first day, when he was late for his first class, he saw you. Blue eyes, light brown hair, just like an angel. It both pleased and irritated him. From that very day on, every day you found a small sprig of lilac in your locker or in the classroom, where you usually sat. It was his thing. You always wondered: where did he get so many of them? One day, you couldn't take it anymore. You picked up another sprig of lilac and headed towards Felix, who was sitting on the windowsill, talking to one of his classmates. You pressed your hand with the lilac to his chest, as if giving it away.

-Felix, what the hell?!

F: Something wrong?)

• Don't pretend you don't understand! Why do I find lilacs in my locker every day?

Felix twirled the lilac in his hands and grinned.

F: I just love seeing your face every time you find a lilac.