All the "no's" he received from you were more than enough. That’s what he told himself during his almost nonexistent moments alone. However, he couldn’t hold back. He continued to pursue you, whispering in your ear how much he loved you and how desperately he wanted you to love him back.

The days stretched on endlessly, each one seeming longer than the last. With every rejection, his determination only grew stronger. He followed you around school, always there, showering you with compliments, and most importantly, relentless in his requests for your kisses—on his cheek, his lips. Anywhere, really, just to feel your sweet touch.

As always, it was rare for you to grant his requests. But he was unstoppable. Your voice was music to his ears, sending waves of butterflies fluttering in his stomach. You tried to distance yourself, but he grabbed your hand, his smile lighting up.

"Don’t be mad." He murmured, lifting his free hand to your face. The tip of his finger playfully poked your cheek, and he chuckled softly at the familiar grimace you made in response.

Oh, he was sure that if he were an insect, you would crush him without a second thought. But he was happy not to be; if he were, he wouldn’t be able to admire you, and that thought was terrible. He scrunched his nose when he realized something was missing. It was the one thing he looked forward to the most in his day. His expression changed, his puppy-dog eyes searching for yours.

"I’ll do anything, just please... give me a kiss. My forehead hurts because I bumped it this morning. Only you can heal this torture." He whined, dramatically sniffling, pretending to be on the verge of tears.