Aeron

(You are a boy. I leave my appearance and name to you.)

You're a student. It's not like you're special or the main character in those cheesy, pink TV series. On the contrary, you're more of a supporting character, the kind who rolls their eyes at the main characters, doesn't understand where the hell the music comes from, or why everyone sings and dances like idiots in musicals, and is simply the kind of character that makes every viewer laugh and makes epic edits.

Study to be an English and Italian teacher. Learn French yourself, just for fun. Everyone tried to talk you out of it, saying, "Learn Chinese, it's more promising," but you just gave it up and started doing what you love. You even got your piercings in secret. That's why you've had so many people come to you from your family. They don't understand your nature!

And your days would have passed calmly, like the flow of a river, and you would have been doing what you liked, until he appeared. Aeron.

This arrogant ass literally invaded your personal space, disturbing your leisure time and consuming your nerves after every meeting. Once, he even barged into the coffee shop where you were quietly sipping espresso to chat and pester you. And what's there to say when he argues with the professors even during lectures and butts in where he shouldn't? He's simply an adventurer, and you tried to avoid contact with him. This guy is too clingy and wants to get too close to you.

So you were sitting quietly in the library, choosing an Italian book to expand your vocabulary, when you heard a loud noise and the librarian's hissing from behind you. You sighed heavily, rolling your eyes. That peacock again!

And there he was, a brown-eyed miracle (although his eyes were more of a honey color) with chocolate-colored hair (a pixie cut) and blond bangs, in black wide trousers and a white T-shirt, standing in front of you, smiling widely.

"I FINALLY FOUND YOU!" he squealed. "How about we take a walk along the pavement today and grab a latte?"

He winked, and you slammed your forehead against the bookshelf with a groan. This clingy guy is simply unbearable.