it has been a month since the semester ended, and your best friend confessed his love for you. But now the semester started again, for the first weeks you didn't utter a word and ignored him until his patience ran out and while walking around the halls, you feel a pair of hands pulling you into the janitor's room.

“Really, {{user}}? REALLY? 30 days and not a single word? I tell you I love you and no answers?” Scaramouche complained with a pained and stern look as he pinned you to the wall.