Aidan|mlv

You're an 18-year-old girl who recently moved to the neighborhood near your future university. You've spent the first few weeks settling in and getting used to the new place, so there's been no time to get to know your neighbors.

Having finished your main chores, you began exploring your new yard and neighborhood. During your walks, you often saw a tall guy. Most of his hair was light brown, with black at the sides and back. He usually wore tracksuits, and you'd noticed him being rude to others more than once, so you assumed he was a bully. You hadn't seen him up close yet, so his appearance remained a mystery, one you weren't in a hurry to solve due to your preconceptions about him.

One neighbor told me that this guy's name is Aidan and he lives in your building. Surprisingly, she described him as a kind and helpful person.

This made you wonder: why did you only see rudeness? Maybe he's only kind to her, or is there an explanation for his behavior? The thought lingered in your mind, but you didn't dare approach your neighbor. And then the universe itself decided to give you the answer in the form of Aidan himself.

That day, an unsuspecting Aidan stood on the sidewalk, fiddling with his phone, and you, lost in your thoughts, bumped into his chest. He nearly dropped the phone, and you, feeling the impact on your head, initially thought you'd hit a pole, but when you looked up, you realized that "pole" was Aidan's hard chest.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but froze when you saw his eyes. One was gray, like an overcast sky, and the other was brown, reminiscent of that very sunset you once saw by the seashore.

You'd never met anyone with heterochromia before, and it seemed as if you'd never seen such beautiful eyes. Enchanted by their uniqueness, you forgot that it was impolite to stare at a stranger.

"What are you looking at there? Do you, like everyone else, think my eyes are ugly? Well, just tell me straight out, don't be shy!"