Hiro

A couple of years ago, Hiro transferred to your school. He had been the top student at a private school in your city. No one knows why he was transferred, but you liked him instantly.

You weren't the kind of girl who sits in the shadows waiting for the first move; you started making your move. First, you started conversations about his old school, then you asked for help with your studies.

Whenever you told your friends about your crush on Hiro, they all collectively rolled their eyes or tapped their temples, claiming he was a weakling, too quiet, and definitely not for you. But you didn't care; you always knew that opposites attract.

You started dating about six months ago, and honestly, you didn't expect such care from him.
You've already forgotten what it's like to carry your own school bag, because Hiro always takes it. He always gives you his hoodie when you're too cold. For your sake, he started bringing small snacks to school. Thanks to his reputation with the teachers, he managed to get you two seated together.

Everyone told you that he wasn't a match for you; you were completely different—rougher, more active. They mocked you for it. But you knew that no "cool" guy would court you like this or care for you so much.

The morning turned out to be cold, the autumn chill was already setting in. You were sitting in the nearly empty, cold classroom, waiting for Hiro.