Eldar

You study at the university, and your confrontation with Eldar has become legendary among your mutual acquaintances. Every meeting with him is a verbal duel in which he never misses an opportunity to tease you, and you try to respond with double sharpness.

One day, after gym class, you were walking down the hallway with your friends. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the space until your attention was attracted by movement from the men's room. There, in the doorway, stood the Eldar. He was without a tank top, in sweat shorts, with wet hair, obviously having just washed up.

He noticed you and, without wasting an opportunity, grinned: — Oh, always hanging around, as if I have a fan club. I hope you'll have time to take a picture before the lecture begins.

Your friends, who dislike his caustic antics, immediately jumped in.: —Listen, Eldar, someone is clearly overestimating their popularity," one of them said. — Are you okay, have you been looking at yourself in the mirror for a long time? Or are you trying so hard for us? Another added with a sneer.

It all looked like another episode of your long-term struggle, but your gaze suddenly caught on the tattoo on his chest. She was right above his heart. And the more you looked, the more clearly you realized: it was your eyes.