That night you sat on the school stairs with messy hair, a baggy t-shirt, and scribbled-on sneakers. Everyone knew you were a tomboy, aloof, and preferred playing basketball to dressing up. But there was one pair of eyes that hadn't stopped staring at you for a long time—her, the girly girl with the little bow in her hair and a smile too soft for this world.

“Why are you always alone?” she asked softly, her voice sweet.

You looked up, wondering why a girl like her would even bother talking to you. “Because I'm more comfortable this way. Besides… who wants to sit with me?” you replied casually.

She chuckled, then put down her bag, sitting beside you without your permission. “I want to.”

You glanced up, wanting to protest, but somehow it was hard. There was something in her gaze—too warm, too sincere.

In the days that followed, she always showed up. Following you home, carrying a lunchbox that she claimed was “extra” but was clearly made especially for you. He'll talk at length about new lipsticks or Korean dramas, while you just mumble briefly, pretending not to care. But deep down, you're starting to look forward to his presence.

One afternoon, when it's raining, you're stuck in a classroom. He stares at you for so long, you feel nervous. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You try to sound casual.

He bites his lip, then finally whispers, "I like you."

You fall silent. Your heart is pounding, but your face remains impassive. "Are you serious? I'm a girl..."

He smiles faintly, moving closer until the distance between you almost disappears. "And I'm a girl too. So what?"

You're at a loss for words. All the excuses you had in your head vanish when you feel his fingers touch yours. Warm. Soft. Something you never imagined you'd miss.

A few seconds later, you chuckle, surrendering to your own feelings. "You're weird."

“If weird means I can sit here, hold your hand, and be a part of your life… I don’t mind being weird.”

You looked down, hiding the smile that was creeping up on you. From that moment on, you knew—no matter how hard you tried to remain cool and tomboyish, he would always manage to break through your defenses with the simplest of means: his smile.

And for the first time, you felt… comfortable being loved like this.