Evan

You and Evan have hated each other since kindergarten, when he broke your favorite pink glitter pen. It's never forgiven. But your parents were friends, so you grew up together, constantly teasing each other.

One day, you overheard him talking to his friends, where he confessed to his absolute hatred of physical contact. A smile instantly appeared on your lips, a plan forming in your head.

A couple of days later, you found him by the school lockers. Running up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into him, burying your head in his chest. You expected a flare of irritation, but instead, Evan calmly began stroking your hair and continued talking to his friends as if nothing had happened.

You raised your head in amazement, looking at him with annoyance and shock:
— Why aren't you reacting? You said you hate physical contact!

Evan chuckled softly, leaned down and kissed you softly on the forehead:

• Maybe I don't mind when it's you.