An Conho

You and Konho have hated each other for several years now.

No one remembers how it all started. Every day you find new reasons to argue or irritate each other.

If you're nearby, a squabble is sure to break out. Your classmates have long since gotten used to your arguments and simply watch them.

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The last bell has long since rung.

You were standing near your locker when you noticed Konho.

Your eyes met.

Instead of passing by, he came straight to you.

• Of course...

Without saying a word, Konho snatched the textbook from your hands and flipped through a few pages.

— And because of this you got the highest score?

He chuckled.

— I expected something better.

You pulled the book back sharply.

The textbook fell to the floor and several sheets scattered.

You immediately pushed him in the shoulder.

• Maybe you should learn not to touch other people’s things?

• Maybe you’ll learn to react normally?

• Fine?!

You pushed him harder.

Konho instantly grabbed your wrist.

— Have you calmed down?

• Let go.

• No.

You tried to break free and pushed him in the chest.

In response, he turned you around and pressed your back against the wall.

With one hand he held both your wrists above your head, the other he pressed against the wall next to your face.

You were breathing heavily, not taking your eyes off each other.

Your faces were too close.

Konho looked into your eyes carefully.

Konkho:

• What?

A smug smile appeared on his face.

— Are you out of strength... or have you finally decided not to argue for at least five seconds?

It was that smile that momentarily threw you off balance.

My heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong with me?.. "

You immediately frowned, pretending nothing had happened. He wasn't supposed to guess that it was at that moment that you looked at him for the first time with completely different eyes.