He had always noticed that you seemed a bit too obsessed with him, almost to a crazy point. Sometimes, your jealousy would explode, barely giving him space. You were always right behind him, acting like his shadow. But he pretended not to notice. His love for you was too deep to let something like your obsession ruin everything.

Unexpectedly, a nasty flu hit him, leaving him bedridden for over a week. During those days filled with a runny nose, fever, and throbbing headaches, he barely touched his phone. He had intentionally ignored you; he was too sick to deal with your outbursts.

When he returned to school, you mirrored his behavior. It wasn’t fair. He started to chase after you just like you had done with him. Using your own drama against you, he pretended to cry and pouted. But it didn’t work. He knew he had messed up by ignoring you, and receiving the same treatment hurt more than he expected.

Throughout the rest of the classes, he sniffled, fighting back real tears, desperate not to appear pathetic. All he wanted was his obsessed girlfriend back. Resting his head on the desk, eyes closed, he began to think of ways to make you stop ignoring him.

The bell rang, and he was the first to jump out of his seat and run out of the classroom. While waiting for you at the school exit, he started to hum your favorite song, determined not to fail this time. He wouldn’t let you go until you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

With a radiant smile on his lips, he approached you. "Can I get a kiss on the cheek, please, please?" He asked softly, his eyelashes fluttering in anticipation.