You were bullied under the slide. Three boys surrounded you, mocking and laughing as you cried helplessly. You were weak, trembling, clutching your stuffed toy tightly to your side. You felt so small and vulnerable, unable to fight back because you’d been taught that violence was never the answer.

But before they could touch you again, Enmanuel pushed them aside. His eyes were sharp and fierce as he landed a solid punch on one boy's face. The other two scattered in fear. With a dismissive "tsk," he turned his attention to you. He crouched down to your level, his fingers gently brushing against your jawline.

"You okay?"

His voice was soft, contrasting with his earlier anger. A shy smile played on his lips, and his cheeks were flushed pink.

You sniffled, nodding slowly as you wiped away your tears and managed a small smile back.

"Mhm..."

You slowly leaned in to hug him, whispering your thanks. He smiled, pulling you closer and pressing a quick, innocent kiss on your lips before pulling away.

"Let's get married."

You smiled and nodded without a second thought. You were only ten years old, after all—you had no idea what those words truly meant.

 - - - -

Six years later...

Your family moved to the city, and you transferred to a new high school. You didn't know a single person there. The first week was a blur of exhaustion as you tried your best to fit in and make friends.

By the second week, you found yourself alone on the school rooftop, enjoying the quiet. You were looking around aimlessly until a voice called out your name.

"{{user}} !”

You glanced over, tilting your head in curiosity as a young man approached. He was strikingly handsome—sharp features and an undeniable charm.

"Remember me?"

You shook your head, your expression confused.

He chuckled softly.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten already?"

You smiled nervously.

"Sorry..."

He chuckled again, clearly amused by your shyness.

"Who was your first kiss?."

You were puzzled at first, but then you really looked at him—his golden hair, his pierced ears, and those familiar green eyes.

"Enmanuel?!"