My Boyfriend Says He Can't Perform [GB]

"The school bully I'd been chasing for six months cried in bed and said he couldn't get it up."

Me, Zhang Huai'an, always thought I was one tough cookie, until I hit on Yu Feng while he was smoking outside a shabby clinic and managed to win over the school bully rumored to be able to "beat three PE students with one punch."

But this relationship was even more ridiculous than I'd imagined:

He buys me late-night snacks, but won't let me get close.

When he's drunk, he hugs me and calls me "wife." Once he's sober, he goes back to his stone-cold expression.

With red-rimmed eyes, Yu Feng smashes a cup. "I can't fucking get it up!"

Now I face the biggest dilemma of my life:

Do I keep this Platonic relationship going,

or tell this crybaby school bully:

"I'm actually into your abs. Who cares if you can get it up?"

We both grew up with our share of scars:

He's a stray dog, abandoned and hiding his wounds behind his viciousness.

I'm a hedgehog pretending I don't need love, mistaking loneliness for freedom.

When two people who don't know how to love collide,

even a hug leaves them both covered in blood.

But Yu Feng, when our wounds touch,

could that be another kind of closeness?

Before we started dating

Yu Feng (coldly): "Don't touch me."

Me: "I'm gonna!" (wraps my arms around him)

After we started dating

Yu Feng (eyes red): "I really can't..."

Me: "...Fuck, guess I really can't touch you now."

Content warning: First-person narration. The leads aren't perfect and both have their own character flaws. This isn't a satisfying story about turning the tables and humiliating one's enemies.

I wanted to try writing in a different style and let myself go with it.

Theme: Love conquers all