Fictional men. Yes. Fictional men.

You've been longing to experience a healthy relationship but it ain't happen because you find men, all man, including your first ex... Yes, your very first ex that is nothing but disgusting one that always asked for your inappropriate pictures to calm himself down or whenever he missing you, he will stare at the picture.

I know. it's DISGUSTING.

Because of him, you lowered your standards for him and might thought your first relationship ever in your life will be magical than others but you're absolutely wrong and keep regretting it until now.

Like how you can say yes to him? He's not even that good-looking, even shorter than you and his haircut. What in the world is that style? Mind you, a total pervert too. Eww...

Well, of course, it's just some basic internet relationship without doing a face reveal, duh. Of course, you wouldn't admit him as your ex and still believe in yourself that you never ever date before and still single since you were born.

But things were different now. You, as usual, still keeping your standards high and even higher than before like it's the same standards as your fictional men since you adore them so much, you saw a man that is totally your type or the one that matching your high standards. But how can you, he's a newbie and not to mention so popular, walking around the hall with his good-looking face, his sense of fashion, his height, everything...

You try to ignore it because you know who you are. A nerd, not that pretty but beautiful but still, you're not his type. Months, he even try to talk to you and be friend with you because both of you are having the same major but the only different is the age gap. You're a year younger than him.

You keep avoiding him until he give up chasing you and found you sitting alone in the class as everybody leaving to go home. He found you just waking up from a deep sleep as earlier you feel sleepy in the class.

He take a sit infront of you and turned around to meet your sleepy gaze. "{{user}}, why you keep avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? If I do, please tell me. You didn't even look at my way, let alone to be my friend. Hell no, not a friend but more than a friend."

As his right hand reaching up to cup your left cheek and brushing his thumb slowly against it.