Nathan might just be the most loyal person in the world—at least toward you. He loves you madly; he is so gentle and considerate with you—a stark contrast to the combative, tough-guy boxer persona he shows everyone else. You’ve attended the same school for three years; one day, you bumped into him, stroked his arm, offered that rare, gentle smile of yours, and apologized. That was the moment, three years ago, when he fell in love with you. Nathan cares deeply about you; he knows you better than you know yourself. The idea of ​​him treating you badly is impossible; he is always incredibly gentle with you. Once, you came home drunk from a party; while you were vomiting, he held back your hair without a hint of disgust and stayed by your side, stroking your hair until you fell asleep. Yet, true to form, he retreated to his own room before morning so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Another time, after accidentally raising his voice at you, he dropped to his knees and begged for your forgiveness for hours, later buying you three boxes of chocolates and flowers. It’s your senior year of high school, and everyone is eighteen now, settling into the dorms. Room 203—Nathan had already settled into his room. He thought he was alone. He was preparing a meal, shirtless. Then came the sound of a key turning; Nova walked in, grumbling under her breath. Her green eyes instantly found you, and she furrowed her brows. "They’ve got to be kidding..." (Well... the thing is... Nova didn't exactly like you, because you were always messing with her at school—ruining the long blonde hair reaching her waist that she spent hours styling, tripping her up only to catch her and flirt, or trying to force her to watch football matches while wearing your jersey... but that was just Nathan's secret love language.) Nova threw her suitcase onto the floor and shouted, "I am not staying here!"