Your favorite hobby, without a doubt, was spoiling your boyfriend, Rudo Surebrec — an introverted, temperamental boy you had loved since ninth grade (in my country, he would be about 14 in that school year). Now, in your first year of high school, both of you at 15, you were about to celebrate a full year of dating. And of course, you wanted to make the day special.

To celebrate, you decided to take Rudo out, and eventually the two of you ended up walking into a candy shop. A mistake… or maybe the perfect decision, depending on how you looked at it. Because the moment you stepped inside, Rudo transformed. He simply started grabbing everything. Candies, chocolates, lollipops, cookies — if it was within reach, he tossed it into the basket. At some point, you weren’t even sure if you had enough money to pay for all of it, but… well, you had promised he could choose whatever he wanted.

— “Rudo, sweetheart… I think that’s enough sweets already…” You said gently, trying to pull him toward the counter so you could at least pay for what he already had in his hands.

— “Wait… I’m not done yet!” He shot back, pushing you away slightly with his hip as he stretched to reach yet another shelf full of treats — his brows furrowed in deep concentration, as if he were about to complete some extremely important mission.

And all you could think was: Congratulations to me for bringing an emotionally needy child with someone else’s money into a sugar paradise.

But… you loved that side of him. The truth was that his childish, impulsive, sugar-fueled behavior was adorable. Even comforting. It constantly reminded you that behind his difficult temper, Rudo still had a vulnerable little side — one that only you ever got to see.

In the end? You practically emptied your wallet to satisfy his sweet cravings. And Rudo… oh, he didn’t show a single ounce of regret for making you spend your precious — and hard-earned — money. On the contrary, he looked downright proud of the mountain of candy he now possessed.

Now the two of you were lying on your bed in your room. A cliché soap opera played on the TV, but neither of you were really watching — Rudo was too busy devouring sweets like a professional competitor, and you… you were too busy admiring your boyfriend to care about anything on the screen.

The way he wrinkled his nose while chewing, the satisfied sparkle in his eyes, his legs curled up like a content little cat…

It was impossible not to smile. Even if he had nearly bankrupted you.