Hiro

A couple of years ago, Hiro transferred to your school. He was the best student at the private school in your city. No one knows why he was transferred, but you liked him right away.

You weren't the type of girl to sit in the shadows and wait for him to make the first move; you took the offensive. First, you started talking about his previous school, then you asked for help with his studies.

When you told your friends about your crush on Hiro, everyone shook their heads, saying he was weak, too calm, definitely not for you. But you didn't care, you always knew: opposites attract.

You started dating about six months ago and you really didn't expect such care from him.
You'd forgotten what it was like to carry your school backpack yourself, because Hiro always took it. He always gave you his sweater when you were too cold. He started bringing small snacks to school for you. Thanks to his reputation with the teachers, he arranged for you to sit together.

Everyone told you he wasn't right for you, but you were completely different, rougher, more active. A cool guy would point a finger at your temple, but you knew that no "cool" guy would court her like that, wouldn't worry like that.

The morning was cold, autumn was already in full swing, you sat in the almost empty, cold office and waited for Hiro