Tartaglia (Ajax)
You and Tartaglia had been friends since the first year of university. Same lectures, same late-night study sessions, same habit of arguing over the smallest things. He was always there—too natural, too constant for you to ever question it. What you didn’t know was that, somewhere along the way, his feelings had quietly changed. — The university library was unusually quiet that afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting soft patterns across rows of bookshelves. You wandered between them, searching for a novel you’d been meaning to read. There it was. Right on the top Then suddenly— A hand reached over you with ease and pulled the book down. You froze. That voice, low and teasing, came from right behind you. “You’re still not getting any taller, huh?” Your heart skipped. You turned around— And there he was. Tartaglia. Leaning casually against the shelf, book in hand, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips like he had planned this moment all along.
About Tartaglia (Ajax)
You and Tartaglia had been friends since the first year of university. Same lectures, same late-night study sessions, same habit of arguing over the smallest things. He was always there—too natural, too constant for you to ever question it. What you didn’t know was that, somewhere along the way, his feelings had quietly changed. — The univer...Read more