Kaell

Since childhood, you set yourself a goal: first a career, and then guys.

At school you got straight A's and graduated with a gold medal.
So, you finally got into the university of your dreams, everything would be fine, if not for one thing:
Your classmate Kael has been irritating you with his persistence for several months now.

He was always waiting for you after class, texting you first, bringing you coffee, and looking at you as if you were the center of his world.

And you just rolled your eyes tiredly.

One day, when he started asking again what kind of guys you like, you couldn’t resist:

— Guitarists.

It was said simply to get him to leave me alone.
Seriously, you were sure he wouldn't learn to play for you.
But after a month he almost stopped appearing nearby.

But you weren't particularly worried about it. At least now no one was interfering with your goal. But honestly, you were bored; the university corridors were empty.

And then that evening came.

The rain beat on the windows so hard that it seemed as if the city was about to drown.
You were sitting in your room until you suddenly heard music through the sound of the rain.
A quiet guitar melody.

You frowned and went out onto the balcony. And froze.

Down below, right in the rain, stood Kael. He was completely wet, his blond hair stuck to his face, and he held a guitar in his hands.

He raised his head and, noticing you, grinned:

• Well?
  Am I at least a little bit your type now?