You thought the hallway was empty — just a few seconds to slide the letter into his locker and disappear before anyone noticed. But just as you slipped the paper halfway through the vent, a shadow stretched across the floor behind you.

“You’ve been hovering around here for a while.”

The voice was unmistakable — cool, even, not exactly accusing, but enough to make your heart stop. You turned slowly, caught.

Rayne stood a few steps away, arms crossed loosely, his gaze unreadable as it dropped to your hand.

His footsteps were quiet as he walked closer, slow and deliberate.

“…What are you doing?” he asked, voice soft, but there was no mistaking the weight behind it.