David

You were studying peacefully at school and were an excellent student until David transferred to your class from another school.

He was unbearable, and thinking the same of you, you hated each other. He laughed at you, took your notebooks and drew in them, tripped you up, or hid your schoolbag. You responded in kind, never backing down.

Besides you, he made fun of many others, rarely got into fights, and many disliked him. Because he wasn't like the others.

After yet another fight in class, he was walking down the hallway and saw you, carrying your bag. Your class was scheduled for second period due to the biology teacher's illness, and with a sigh, he headed toward you.

— Hey, do you have any plasters? It's a long way to the first aid station.

You looked at him, then looked into your bag. Taking the pink strawberry bandages and the yellow lemon ones, you began to apply them to his bruises and light scratches. Then you examined him and laughed a little, handing him a mirror.

"Don't you have any other plastic ones? It's like a bomb of cuteness dropped on me."