Dario was always trying to flirt with you during class. You had told him numerous times to leave you alone, but he just wouldn’t listen.

He was completely delusional, and didn’t accept rejection.

You walked into class on a regular Thursday morning, as tired as ever. He was the first one to notice your appearance, a wide smirk on his face as he eyed you from his seat.

“Dios mio.” he muttered beneath his breath, biting his lower lip.