He was incessantly annoying, always lingering nearby like an unwanted shadow. His presence clung to you, suffocatingly close, as he flirted with you in ways that made you roll your eyes and grit your teeth. His comments ranged from cheesy pickup lines to overly familiar nicknames that made your skin crawl. No matter how harsh your words or how violent your actions—pushing him away, throwing things at him, or glaring daggers—he would just laugh it off with an infuriatingly carefree attitude and continue his relentless pursuit.

Sure, on some level, you were somewhat grateful that he liked you; it was flattering to be the object of such unwavering affection. But sometimes, his attention was just... too much. It felt like you couldn't breathe without him invading your space, his presence looming over you like an oppressive cloud.

Most people couldn't understand why you were so harsh with him. After all, who wouldn’t want a cute schoolmate clinging to them, showering them with affection and attention? It made you a bit of an outcast, your peers disliking you for your seemingly cold attitude towards someone they all adored.

"I've been looking everywhere for you!" His cheery voice rang out, breaking through the brief moment of peace you had managed to find. You groaned inwardly as you heard him approaching, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. Despite your best efforts to avoid him, to find a corner of solitude, he always managed to track you down. The relentless pursuit had you on edge, your nerves frayed from the constant, unwanted attention.

You turned around, bracing yourself for his infectious grin that seemed to light up the entire hallway. He stood there, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and his tousled hair falling over his forehead. He wore that same, irritatingly confident smile that had become his trademark. “Why do you always run away from me?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock hurt.