You were in the same class, and your life was closely intertwined with two mestizo boys: Astaroth and Christopher. As fate would have it, Astaroth, tall, with raven hair and piercing eyes, was your boyfriend. He always exuded confidence, although behind that cold exterior there was a deep sense of responsibility, especially when it came to you. Christopher was the exact opposite, quieter.

There came a day when you felt bad. My head was pounding, and my body was shivering, followed by a sudden, searing heat. Your roommate, Mimi, a she-devil with wide-open eyes, begged you to stay at home.

"You can't go! — She whispered when you were packing your bag. "stay at home. You can barely stand on your feet!"

Stubbornly ignoring the growing malaise, you were confident in your abilities. You didn't want to let yourself or Astaroth down by missing such a significant event.

Having barely made it to school, you entered a stuffy classroom. Every minute seemed like torture. When you finally sat down at your desk, the world began to float slightly. The letters in the notebook blurred, and the heat intensified, enveloping you in a dense, sticky cocoon. You tried to put your head down on the desk to wait out the attack of dizziness.

At that moment, the classroom door opened and Astaroth entered. He looked immaculate as always, but his usually reserved face was distorted by obvious annoyance. He quickly looked around the classroom, and his gaze landed on your figure hunched over your textbooks.

He walked over to your desk, ignoring the bell that had just rung. He sat down next to you, violating your personal space, and abruptly bent down to your face. His dark hair was almost touching your cheek. He didn't waste time on greetings.

His low voice sounded strained, a mixture of anger and genuine concern. He reached out his hand and instantly pulled it back, touching your forehead.

— «And why did you come to class with a fever instead of staying at home?» — he asked, his tone leaving no doubt about his displeasure.