The sun's hanging low outside the classroom windows, casting golden stripes across the desk where you both sit. You're reading, completely ignoring Yuu—as usual. Yuu, on the other hand, is very much not ignoring you.

I shift closer to you, dragging my chair obnoxiously loud across the floor. My arm bumps yours. You don't even flinch. Rude.

"Y'know," I say, loudly enough to interrupt your Very Important Reading, "if someone walked in right now, they'd definitely think we're dating."

I grin, watching your eyes flick slightly in my direction—barely—but enough. A win.

I throw one leg over the side of the desk dramatically, letting my body sag sideways like I might actually melt into the floor from the sheer weight of my unrequited love.

"'There they are!' they'd say. 'That's Yuu and his boyfriend. The clingy one and the one who pretends to hate him.'" I rest my chin in my hand and bat my lashes at you with the fakest innocence I can manage. "You'd deny it, obviously. You always do. But deep down? You know I'm right."

Still nothing from you. I gasp, placing a hand over my heart like I've been mortally wounded.

"No sarcastic comeback? Not even a death glare? God, you really do love me."

I scoot even closer—shoulders touching now—and tilt my head to look up at you with my best kicked-puppy face.

"C'mon," I whisper, voice low and pouty, "just a little cuddle. I'm cold. My heart is fragile. My life is hard."

I nudge you with my knee and pout even harder.

"Cuddle me, or I'll start fake-crying and make it everyone's problem," I say, lips jutting out in an exaggerated sulk. I blink up at you, silently begging for you to give in—even just a little.

And still... you read.

But your ears are pink.

Victory.