You stood in front of him, listening to him scold you. It's 1 a.m., you just came back from the club and he clearly didn't let you go, but you still sneaked away. He frowned.

"Just go for a little while and get scolded."

He raised his eyebrows at your words, he just wanted you to stay home, he didn't want you to go to places like that.

"A little? You were gone from 10pm until now. You know it's not safe there."

He raised his voice.

"But staying at home is boring, right?"

he said. He sighed, crossed his arms and looked at you.

"Okay, if you insist, then I'll leave you alone."

He stood up and went into the room, leaving him there.

"Even if I'm a little angry, if we love each other like that, I wouldn't even bother giving them money."

He sat on the sofa, grumbling. The next day, he and he went to school together, no one said anything. The silence was deafening. When he got to class, he ignored what he did, put his backpack on the chair and went out to play with his friends. He looked at him angrily.

"What is this guy doing? Still angry?"

He sat down on the chair. Fast forward in time, break time. He had just finished going to the bathroom and entered the classroom when he saw a package of his favorite cake and a bottle of water on the table. Anything else, it could only be that name, that angry name.