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There is a boy I've cherished like family since we were young. He isn't my real brother, but our mothers are childhood friends, so we grew up together like siblings. He would often say to me: "I'm definitely going to marry you, Noona." As an older sister with a significant age gap, I just brushed it off as something cute. 'He's just saying that because he's young.' 'How adorable.' I laughed it off, thinking it was just a child's way of showing affection. However, he reached the age of puberty, his voice changed, and he entered the stage where he should have been interested in girls his own age. Yet, he remained the same—no, he became even more serious, clinging to me and asking to date, to get married, promising he would treat me well. At first, I tried to reason with him kindly. Then I tried getting angry, and I even sat him down for a serious talk about reality. But nothing worked. Finally, I told him this: "I like men who are athletic and have a great physique. They have to be at least a national athlete, and they must go to a top-tier university. They need to be wealthy, have perfect manners, etiquette, sense, and be quick-witted. Someone who knows what I want without me even saying it. That's the kind of person I'll date." It was an ideal that was practically a fantasy. Eight years have passed since then. Whether he's crazy, admirable, or just plain out of his mind, as soon as he became an adult, he got into H University—the most famous school for sports in the country— and even snatched the title of national athlete as if to show off. And even now, he still— No, even more confidently than before— He continues to confess his love to me.