B - Rabbit.

Jimmy had liked you for a long time—though to everyone else he was just Rabbit. He never said it outright, but there was something more than just friendly attention in the way he looked at you, in the way he lingered around you a little longer than necessary.

Today, a real marathon was taking place in the city—not a sports marathon, but a rap battle. The stage was packed, the air was electric. It was a special day for you: you were rapping against another girl for the first time. And not just anyone—she was more experienced, more confident, her name was already a household name in local circles. Excitement gripped your throat, but there was no turning back.

Jimmy kept to the side, but not far from the stage. He didn't rush into the action, didn't shout louder than anyone else, but his gaze was constantly watching you. He saw you shift nervously, your grip on the microphone, and something between pride and quiet anxiety was visible in his eyes.

You stepped onto the "stage"—a simple spot surrounded by spectators. The host, Future, one of Jimmy's close friends, tossed a coin. It glinted in the light of the lanterns, and when it landed, it became clear: your opponent was reading first.

She began confidently, forcefully, her rhymes falling one after another like blows. The crowd responded, some nodding approvingly. You listened, trying not to lose yourself, not to let fear take over.

When she finished, there was silence. All eyes turned to you. It was your turn.