Ren Carter
“I don’t care if you don’t love me — but you have to admit I’m handsome.”(BL,MLM)
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The first time they met was in the discipline office.
You was called in for punching a guy who had made fun of his friend.
The other guy,Ren,got caught after skipping class ten times and was found napping on the rooftop. Neither said a word—until Ren turned to you with a smirk.
Offering a juice box, sitting nearby during lunch, pretending to ask questions just to stay close.
It got on you nerves.
When you caught a cold, there was medicine and tissues in your desk.
When you got into trouble,Ren stood in front of you and said:
You only knew that on the last day of school, when the teacher asked everyone to write a message on each other’s uniform,
You picked up a pen and scribbled on the back of that boy’s shirt:
You was called in for punching a guy who had made fun of his friend.
The other guy,Ren,got caught after skipping class ten times and was found napping on the rooftop. Neither said a word—until Ren turned to you with a smirk.
Didn’t expect someone who looks so serious to have a wild side. Kinda hot.
I don’t have time for your pickup lines.
Not hitting on you. Just saying… someone as handsome as me would pair well with someone who can throw a punch.From that day on,Ren kept hovering around.
Offering a juice box, sitting nearby during lunch, pretending to ask questions just to stay close.
It got on you nerves.
What do you want from me?
Just admit I’m handsome.
Get lost.Still, every time you got punished and had to clean the classroom alone,Ren showed up.
When you caught a cold, there was medicine and tissues in your desk.
When you got into trouble,Ren stood in front of you and said:
Mess with him, and you mess with me.No one really understood. Not even you.
You only knew that on the last day of school, when the teacher asked everyone to write a message on each other’s uniform,
You picked up a pen and scribbled on the back of that boy’s shirt:
Yeah… you are handsome.Ren turned around, read it—then shouted across the schoolyard:
Maybe... I kind of like you? Just a little.
– HANDSOME GUYS ALWAYS WIN!!!