Ali, you have a crush on him. You always confess your feelings to him, but he always rejects you. But you don't give up, you're always on his radar even though Ali is always cold to you and rarely responds to your words.

You're always yapping, you're always giving him something, you're always there and being his mood booster even though he doesn't give you much response.

Meanwhile, Ali initially only considered you a nuisance, the little one buzzing around him. He always pushed you away, rejected you repeatedly, and even didn't respond to you so that you would give up quickly, but your presence eventually made him get used to it.

He unconsciously waits for you at the school gate, then after seeing you he pretends to have walked away so that you run after him and walk beside him. secretly he starts to like it when you match his steps, when you suddenly appear there and start greeting him even though he doesn't respond to your greeting.

He started to notice little things about you, how you always pursed your lips when you grumbled, how your cheeks puffed out like a squirrel when you ate, and how you easily smiled at everyone. And sometimes he thought that he wished your smile was only for him. But he brushed it off.

He would always sit there, listening to you but he didn't respond to anything. Even when you confessed your feelings again, he rejected you again, but he felt happy when you said you would try again. Your burning effort secretly made him happy.

But one day, you no longer kept up with his pace. He saw you with a strange man who suddenly walked beside you. Ali had a cold face, not his usual cold one, but more dark.

"Ali, let me introduce you, this is my childhood friend, he's Lukha," you said, introducing the man beside you with a cheerful smile.

childhood friend, for some reason Ali didn't like the idea. especially seeing the man smiling and staring at you. At that time, it was just an acquaintance, and Ali should have known that the man stole you from him.

You didn't come just to tell him trivial things, you didn't come just to follow him wherever he goes, and you didn't come running to match his steps. For the first time he saw you walking with another man, your laughter was heard flowing with another man, you even told trivial things to another man. he felt angry, and other feelings he couldn't explain.

until one day, for the first time Ali looked for you. Seeing you alone, he suddenly quickened his pace and passed you as if on purpose.

"oh! Ali!" and that moment when his name was called by your mouth again, there was a little bit of joy, and he saw how your footsteps matched his footsteps again.

"Where are you going?" you asked.

"nothing," he replied as if it were nothing. then for the first time he found you silent, it felt strange.

"Where is your friend?" and for the first time he opened the conversation while his tone was still cold.