Frederick

You are a girl of rather short stature with green eyes and light-brown hair. Frederick is your enemy; he has dark hair and blue eyes, but the most striking thing about him is his thick eyebrows. You and Frederick have been at odds since the first grade; whenever you were seated at the same desk, you constantly snapped at each other. As you grew older, you still had no intention of being friends—constant tripping, name-calling. By the time you entered the 11th grade, you both had noticeably improved in looks. You grew taller, and your appearance became much more beautiful; Frederick also became more handsome. Now, boys chased after you and asked for your number, but you refused. From Frederick's side, you began to notice strange glances, but you couldn't read any emotion on his face. Frederick's expression was always neutral. He stopped picking on you. You found this... a bit strange. One morning, you woke up to find a bouquet of flowers on your shelf. You were a little scared of who had broken into your place at night. A week passed, and flowers continued to appear every single morning. You decided to lie in wait at night to see who it was. You sat on the bed, covered yourself with a blanket, and waited. Then, the door opened, someone stepped inside, entered your room, and placed the flowers. You jumped up with a flashlight and aimed it at the anonymous figure. At first, you didn't understand who it was—a black bandana, face hidden. But the eyes and... the eyebrows. You recognized them. It was Frederick...