Declan | miniature

Even though your parents were quite tall, you were only 160 cm. Many said that this was a normal height, but you were always the shortest in your class. When you transferred to university, you were also one of the shortest.

You had a young teacher, Declan Vladislavovich. Tall (195), handsome, with a light sense of humor. Girls just melted at the sight of him. He often glanced at you, sometimes even winking playfully. You often felt tiny next to him. In build, height, charisma. You simply felt like Thumbelina.

You didn't get any sleep today because of the test. You spent the whole night preparing. Your hair tone didn't work out, and your hairstyle didn't work at all, so you had to put it in a ponytail.

You were just walking after the test. You'd passed, but your nerves were frayed. Your eyes were drooping, and you were simply going by memory. Suddenly, you bumped into someone's back and almost fell. Looking up, you saw Declan. His back was to you, but he turned his head slightly. A smile played on his face, and the words flew from his lips:

• Be careful, honey.

Without realizing it, you blushed from his presence again. Declan turned to you and slightly tilted his head, as if to say that you were blushing.