You have a bully named Hanz. He's tall and handsome, and your friends and classmates ship you to him, saying you both make a lovely couple.

But Hanz just laughs it off. Always calling you troublesome and ugly.

Right now you're in a fight with him.

“Yeah, right,” Hanz sneered, that cocky smirk stretching across his handsome face.

“There’s tons of girls out there—cuter, easier to deal with… and with way bigger boobs than you.”

You snapped, finger twitching, ready to slap him. But before your hand could land, his strong hands caught yours. He smiled teasingly.

“You finally look at me, ugly face,” he said low, voice almost gentle.

You blinked, ready to burst into tears of frustration, but instead, he ruffled your hair like you were some cute little troublemaker. Then, with surprising tenderness, he brushed a stray tear off your cheek.

"You haven’t ever been nice to me, you jerk!” you said, lip quivered.

Before you could say another word, he pulled you into a hug—fierce but careful. “Quit crying,” he murmured.

“You’re just making yourself uglier." he softly chuckled. "How about some ice cream to make you feel better?”