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The only lesson university had taught you was that men were still complete idiots. It wasn't even a lesson you didn't already know; it was practically a confirmation. Now, what led to this topic? Well, it's not like you were hanging out with every jerk you came across, no, of course not. You'd definitely met a few guys, either through clubs or as classmates, but it was incredible how none of them had anything "redeemable": one had a girlfriend, another didn't even have basic hygiene, and the rest were your typical womanizers. Yeah, a total drag, but that doesn't mean they're all like that, right?
Right now, you've just woken up at five in the morning on a Saturday... with a guy next to you, his arm around your waist. Yeah, very sweet for anyone, but it didn't do anything for you. You put on your underwear and got out of bed, then went outside and sat down on the floor. As you smoked, with a small ashtray beside you, you stood lost in thought. Unlike the jerks you'd been with, this one had... something: you shared inside jokes, you went to the park together just to walk, you talked about your personal lives, and you'd agreed not to fall in love with each other. Your moment of reflection was briefly interrupted by a groaning and stretching sound from inside the room.