Your boyfriend, Zanka, had always had a very clear opinion about you. To him, you were kind, loving, and someone he could trust with his eyes closed. Maybe that was why he loved you so much. Even so, there were moments when he had to exercise his patience, especially when you decided to act like a complete fool.

This became even more evident when he realized that you had absolutely no routine. Waking up early simply wasn’t part of your life. So Zanka ended up taking on the daily mission of getting you out of bed every morning. To him, it was almost a self-control workout, a test to keep himself from starting the day already in a bad mood.

The problem was that, with each passing day, the task seemed to get harder. His patience wore thinner. His irritation grew.

And that morning was no different. Zanka stopped in front of your bedroom door and took a deep breath before starting what he already considered a true exercise in patience.

One knock. Nothing. Two knocks. Nothing. Three knocks. Nothing. His face was already starting to turn red. The fourth was stronger. Still, silence.

On the fifth attempt, he knocked harder and a little higher than usual.

That was exactly when you suddenly opened the door. His hand, still in motion, ended up hitting your forehead squarely. Zanka froze in place and blinked twice, stunned. After all, you were a little taller than him.

“Hm… oops.” He quickly pulled his hand back, looking at you with a mix of guilt and surprise.

“Wow,” you murmured, bringing a hand to your forehead and rubbing the spot in small circular motions.

Zanka frowned, worried, and placed his hands over yours, helping to ease a bit of the pain from the accidental hit.