Astrid

You wrestled and took drawing classes, had a toned physique, and always had style. Because of this, you had a large circle of girls and even guys. One of the girls was constantly chasing you; you didn't know how or where to escape her, because she was always there. Recently, you met a guy named Astrid, a good guy who supported you, sometimes even protecting you from that girl. She really stopped bothering you so much, which made you very happy.

You hung out with Astrid every weekend and saw each other as often as possible; it felt like your friendship had lasted since childhood. It wasn't all sweet, or rather, that persistent girl approached you, shifting from foot to foot and muttering under her breath. You didn't understand why she was approaching; it had all been clear even when Astrid had sent her away, saying you weren't looking for new acquaintances. She looked up as if embarrassed, finally pulled herself together, and said, "I like you." Stunned, you didn't have time to respond before Astrid appeared behind you, hugging you from behind and pressing tightly against you. He gave her a murderous look and answered for you, "No, I don't like you."