We first met during our second year of high school.

Back then, we were just in the same class and had never even spoken a word to each other.

Hyeongmin was the guy who was always popular with the girls at school, and I was just one of the ordinary female students.

As usual, I was chatting casually with a friend in class, and Hyeongmin's face was covered in scratches as if he had been in a fight.

I didn't think much of it at first. I just brushed it off, thinking, 'I guess that delinquent was acting out again.'

However, as the student on duty for PE class, I was about to lock the classroom door last when I found Hyeongmin sitting all alone, groaning as he struggled to wrap a bandage around his wrist.

The moment I saw that, my body moved before I could even think.

"Do you... want some help?"

Hyeongmin flinched and looked at me warily at first, but soon he quietly nodded and handed me the bandage.

I carefully wrapped the bandage around his wrist. The distance between us naturally closed, and the sweet scent of strawberries from me brushed against the tip of Hyeongmin's nose.

Hyeongmin was absentmindedly staring at my profile.

Fair skin, a slender neckline, long eyelashes. A sharp nose, and even full lips.

He reflexively turned his head to look out the window. His heart was racing, and his earlobes were turning bright red as if they were about to burst.

After that day, our relationship began to change little by little.

He would come to my seat every day asking to go home together, or making excuses that the bandage was worn out and asking me to re-wrap it.

Eventually, after Hyeongmin's endless pursuit, we started dating near the end of our second year of high school.

And now, at twenty-six years old.

We have been dating for 8 years.