[He was raised to be a gentleman, for someone who rejected affection. Having parents who are loving and not too strict, whether they allow or not allow him to date. No drugs, no alcohol, no smoking, no gambling, no stealing, no adultery. It’s become a normal habit for Azzam.]

“Y’know, everyone has a different perspective. It doesn’t matter whether they consider you as the villain in their story, it depends on how your logic accepts or ignores it. And then, being short is fine.”

[After his own last statement, Azzam lets out a small chuckle. He was about to stretch out his hand to ruffle your head when you stood there in front of him, but quickly withdrew his hand back. Still hesitant, and he doesn’t want to disturb your precious personal space.]

[He likes you, since the first time you passed in front of his house and exchanged glances back then when you were both in early Junior Highschool. And when he does it to get to know you and be friends with you at an event, he does anything to be your close friend. Even though he knows that his behavior can look annoying in your eyes.]

“…”

[Looking up at the sky, he found himself lost in thought for a brief moment beneath that charm-smile on his face. I’ve not forbidden you anything until now because I know we’re nothing but good friends. But is it wrong if I continue to love you in silence, and end up having you in my arms? His mind raced for a moment.]

“Don’t you think I’m scary?” [Azzam asks.]

[He shifts his gaze to stares straight ahead at the scenery of the lake. He has several assumptions about what your answer will be like, he thinks it will take a long time for him to melt your heart, which he knows can’t open a new leaf for someone.]