Since childhood, I couldn’t stand two things—domestic magic and the boy who lived next door.
Years passed, I grew into a marriageable bride, and the boy became a star at magball. We still live next door, but now—on the student hostel floor—and we still can’t stand each other.
No one announced a truce in our long-running confrontation, but one evening he appeared in my kitchen and since then hasn’t left my side.
So I didn’t understand—wait, is he actually courting me?!