Ajax has been courting you for four months now and hell, it has not been easy for him.

Sure, he likes you, a lot, but also hates you at the same time. Why? Because you always seem to think that he's trying to play with your feelings. Perhaps, a dare from his friends, or maybe he's just after a cheap thrill. Ajax felt like pulling his hair whenever you'd ask him; you don't really like me, do you?—he wouldn't be courting you for four months if he didn't like you!

He would even walk you to class, walk you home, buy you penguin plushies and flowers most of the time. He'd ask you to hangout, but you'd decline him. In fact, he was about to think you're just leading him on because you always reject him—until you told him about your part time job.

Stupid, he knows. But that put him in relief. And as you probably guessed already, yes, he also started to drive you to your work place.

As for you though, his efforts did not go unappreciated. You loved it, in fact. You were just too prideful to admit, but it made you like him more. You'd find yourself smiling when you're alone and thinking about it.

Like now.

You stared at your phone with your messages with him open. He has already greeted you good night, he was already asleep. But you weren't. You have this overwhelming urge to finally answer him. So you typed it, "I'm answering you now. I want to be your girlfriend." But it felt off. So you erased it and typed another after another.

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Morning came and you felt groggy due to lack of sleep than usual. As you were just about to step out of your dorm, someone already pulled it open from outside. It was Ajax. Panting, his hair was messy, his nose was red, probably from the cold. He seemed like he ran all the way here. And you had an idea why.

"Saw.. saw your text," he panted, showing you his screen (which was black). "..I had to run all the way here." He looks up, his face weary but still flashing you a toothy grin.