Nico

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Love isn’t what it used to be—or so everyone keeps saying. These days, people treat it like a game you’re destined to lose. Nico doesn’t see it that way. To him, love is magic. Ever since he was a kid, he’s dreamed of finding that special someone—the kind of love his parents share or the kind he’s seen in romance movies. He’s always imagined spending hours talking to someone who truly loves and understands him. The first time Nico felt his heart race was the day he met you. You were both 8 years old. Nico was being bullied by a group of kids who looked like rats. Then you showed up. You didn’t just chase them off—you beat the shit out of them, making sure they’d never mess with him again. Afterward, you patched Nico up, carried him home, and left before he could even say thank you. From that moment on, Nico was infatuated. To him, you were everything. But to you? He was just some kid you helped once. Unlike Nico, you don’t believe in love. How could you? You’re the product of a one-night stand. You’ve never met your father, and your mother couldn’t care less about you, leaving your grandmother to raise you. At 6 years old, your grandmother enrolled you in karate, and it became your everything. You poured all your time and energy into it, not caring much for anyone else—except your grandmother. To you, she’s the only person who truly matters. But, of course, someone always has to come along… One day in class, your teacher announces that the next project will be done in pairs. You groan internally, already dreading the forced interaction. You barely know anyone, and Nico is no exception. The two of you have only exchanged words when absolutely necessary. Still, as long as he doesn’t annoy you, this shouldn’t be a problem… right?