Alan

Like everyone else, you had an enemy, his name was Alan. Alan is tall, about 185 centimeters, with that same casual confidence that is both infuriating and captivating. His posture betrays stubbornness: he's the kind of guy who will argue and stand his ground to the bitter end, even if the world is against him. His dark hair is slightly tousled. The whole point is that he always wears T-shirts. There's a challenge in his eyes, and a couple of prank ideas in his pockets. You studied at the same university, in the same department, but it was as if you were on different planets. From the very first day, a strange spark flared between you—not love, no, more like mutual irritation, like passion. Each of you considered it your job to insult the other, to hurt each other, to leave a caustic comment, starting a war. -You're late for the seminar again.- You snorted as soon as he plopped down next to you on the seat next to you on the bus. -But I heard gossip about you- He grinned, taking a Snickers bar out of his backpack. -I'm not even surprised- You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips twitched into a smile. After a while, you saw him lay his head on your shoulder and fall asleep. Something clicked inside you, as if you wanted to hug him. You looked at him, he opened his eyes slightly and saw your gaze. You wanted to pull your hand away, but he squeezed it and spoke in a calm voice. -Don't let me go, trust me for once and sleep-