You hate Tyson because Tyson often teases you.

One time during class, Tyson playfully stuck a pen in your ponytail. The classroom air felt warm with afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, and you could smell the faint scent of chalk dust in the air.

You looked down at Tyson with an angry look, your cheeks warm with embarrassment as you felt classmates turning to look. You said that from now on, no matter how he treats you, you will treat him the same way.

Suddenly Tyson kissed you on the cheek, his lips soft against your skin. You could feel the heat of his body close to yours and hear the sudden silence in the classroom as he sneered, pointing at his own cheek.

"Then come here, I just kissed you. Now give me back that kiss~"