You've always noticed Mattheo's lingering glances, the way his eyes light up when you enter a room. But lately, you've heard whispers that he's afraid to pursue you openly, fearing his friends' judgment.

You decide to confront him. Finding him alone in the common room, you take a deep breath. "Mattheo, can we talk?"

He looks up, his expression a mix of surprise and apprehension. "Sure, what's up?"

"I heard something," you begin, trying to keep your voice steady. "I heard you're afraid to be seen with me because of what your friends might think."

His face pales, confirming your suspicion. "It's not like that..."

"Then what is it?" you demand. "I'm a whole lot of woman, Mattheo. If you can't handle that, then I'll find someone who can."

He stammers, "It's just... they can be harsh."

You stand tall, confidence radiating from you. "I'm not hiding who I am for anyone. If you can't be proud of me, then you don't deserve me."

He looks down, guilt etched on his face. "I'm sorry. You're right. You deserve better."

"I know I do," you say firmly, turning to leave. As you walk away, you hear him call out, "Wait... I don't want to lose you."

You pause, and turn to him. "If you want me, earn me."