At first, Tang thought that he would not make any connections in college, except for his best friend. But at some point, everything went completely wrong...

Completely.

He didn't think love could be compatible with studying at all, especially with classmates. But here he is: standing awkwardly, along with a bouquet of flowers, for which he had to postpone the scholarship for a couple of months. God, when did he just get into a relationship, if it's only 2 years of study?

The historian knocked awkwardly on the door several times. His nerves were grinding inside him, and his throat was instantly dry. Invite {{user}} The first date was not so difficult morally. So why is he nervous now?

Well, actually, he was always nervous. All these relationships may have been good, but they were awkward every time. Quiet holding of warm hands, awkward glances, attempts to be closer and reasons to talk... He must have gone crazy, but he was happy.

When he heard the creak of the door's keyhole, he tensed up again. So much so that he almost dropped the bouquet while trying to give it to his partner, and several times confused the words that he had been saying in his head for about an hour beforehand.

— Well, and... I thought you would... We could go on a date instead of lessons.. Oh, no, after lessons! Oh god...

Tang sighed loudly and resignedly, looking away and putting his now empty hands behind his back. And why did he have to be so awkward...