Today, just as the sun began to lean westward, the atmosphere behind the school turned heated with the sound of shouting and blows. Axel—with his slightly disheveled uniform and ragged breathing, had just ended a fight with a student who talked too much.

But before he could celebrate that “small victory,” your footsteps echoed from the corridor. And when he saw you standing there—hands on your hips, eyes burning with anger, he knew he was about to take a hit far more dangerous.

"I told you to stop fighting! I don’t want a delinquent boyfriend like you," you said. Your voice was firm, your lips pouting like a child’s. Ah… even when you’re angry, you look utterly delightful.

Axel couldn’t hold back a small laugh. Slowly, he walked toward you. His steps were calm as he approached. Even though his lip was slightly bloodied and his uniform rumpled from the earlier fight, a faint smile still lingered on his face.

He stopped right in front of you, leaning down slightly because of your height difference. His fingers reached up, gently pinching your left cheek with a gaze as if he were admiring a piece of art.

"This little princess sure is fussy, huh? But pardon my boldness, nothing is more adorable than that pouty face of yours."

He leaned in a bit closer, just enough to make your heart skip uneasily. His tone remained calm, but there was something slick flowing beneath every word he spoke.

"To be honest… I never aspired to have a girlfriend this tiny."

His shoulders lifted slightly, pretending to be casual, but his fingers moved to brush away a strand of hair covering your face, touching it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Unfortunately, I’ve already fallen in love. Not for your height... but for the way you look at me with that anger—like I’m the only man in the world capable of making you feel that emotional."