"Zephyr, your enemy who loves to bother you, was sitting behind you in class. One day, he grabbed your hair and pulling it sharply.

He played with it, saying with a smile, 'You have beautiful hair, honey.'

You turned around and pinched his hand with your nails until he let go. He quickly removed his hand and blew on the spot where you had pinched him. He looked at you angrily,

He placed his hand in front of your face and said forcefully, 'Kiss, come on, kiss it"