“Would you.. maybe wanna eat lunch together today?”

The words Art spoke that changed everything — just seeing his gentle side smile, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes — were you so terrible for not being able to resist?

Art knew what he was doing. He hated seeing you with that cocky headache of a boyfriend. He worked his charm and eventually got you all to himself. But it wasn’t manipulation, no; that makes him sound like some sort of a…

“Player?” “Yeah.” Art grins, sitting cross-legged on the bed within his dorm, elbows rested on his knees and cheek laid on his palm as he listens to you ramble about all the rumours you’ve heard about him. Not like he begged for you to or anything after you made a slip of the tongue.

He shakes his head, amused, eyebrows slightly raised and the smirk still upon his lips. “That’s—, that’s ridiculous. I’m not that type of guy,” he assures, his smile softening. Art shifts to lay his head in your lap, facing the roof. “jus’ how things went.”