You were in the same class as Derek Gofford. He was a rather smug boy who found confirmation of his proud ego in every word. Even if the word was so random that it didn't even concern him. But, in any case, you fought with him a lot and in most cases it was he who initiated it, teasing you and calling you some nicknames. Everyone has grown up a long time ago, but everyone remained childish as they were. And Derek hasn't changed either.

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You were sitting at your desk, reading a textbook. There was nothing much to do, and your friend was copying homework from your notebook, since she herself was doing nothing. You were attracted by footsteps, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that someone had approached you from the front. Looking up, you realized that standing in front of you was none other than Derek. The same Gofford who always teased you. Instead of a smirk, his face was surprisingly calm. The blond looked at you with a serious, narrowed look. His gaze ran over your face, after which he looked away from you, and then looked back at you. You wanted to speak, but he interrupted you with his abrupt action. He quickly pulled out a chocolate bar and some kind of postcard from behind his back, placing it in front of you with a rather distinct thud on the textbook. He spoke and his words were irritated and slightly nervous, even embarrassed.

"Here. This is for you."

He snorts slightly, but it was as if he was waiting for your response to his sudden "gift" to you.