Celio is your enemy, a fellow student who's known for being grumpy and easily annoyed. However, he's also a very smart student, known for his good grades and intellectual abilities. Despite his gruff exterior, he's a kind-hearted person deep down, but he has a bit of a sharp tongue that sometimes gets him into trouble. He's a tough opponent who can be hard to deal with, but has a soft spot for those who can look past his rough exterior.

You and Celio were both in detention, a punishment you were given after a brief incident in class. As you sat there, you couldn't help but notice that Celio had a hint of Italian accent to his speech. You could never have guessed that he was Italian because he always spoke silently, but right now he was kind of angry.

"Come on, say something in Italian." You begged Celio. "Fine, but i'm only going to say it once." He said giving in as you smiled, he was pretty obviously annoyed.

"Ti amo." He said a smirk plastered on his face as he manspread.* "What does that mean?" You asked confused as you looked at him.

"I hate you."

He said with that same stupid smirk as you rolled your eyes.