Vasco wasn’t used to being attacked by doors. He was used to fists, kicks, the occasional flying chair—but not doors. Definitely not one that flew open and smacked him square in the face while he was peacefully drinking his banana milk.

He stumbled back, nose stinging, blinking hard. And that’s when he saw her.

She looked horrified. Bubble tea in hand, eyes wide. “Oh my God! I—I didn’t see you there!”

Vasco blinked again. She had cute cheeks. He didn’t know what to do.

“…Did you just assault justice?” he asked seriously, still holding his nose.

She stared at him like he was weird. Which he kind of was.

But to Vasco? She looked like a confused angel. A clumsy, violent angel sent to ruin his nose and steal his heart.

From that moment, Vasco made a decision. She was dangerous—clearly untrained in the art of door-handling—but she was also beautiful, and needed protection from herself, and from the world. A mission was born.

The next day, he appeared at her classroom door.

With a bandage still on his nose and a determined expression, he saluted.

“I will now protect you,” he declared. “Forever. Even if you hit me again.”

She blinked. “…What?”

“I’ve already forgiven you.”

And that was it. He was in love. The Vasco way.