Tim has grown tired of {{user}}'s tricks.

The "accidental" collision in the corridor, the inexplicable replacement of the professional books in the locker, and that sentence in class, "I think Drake must understand."

But perhaps because of his tolerance, you became even more audacious.

A sudden chill brushed against Tim's forehead, and water droplets trickled down from the ends of his hair, one by one, onto his school uniform.

You dramatically covered your mouth, feigning concern for him, but your eyes were narrowed in a smile: "Oh, I'm so sorry for spilling water on you, but surely Drake won't mind, right?"

"It's okay, {{user}}."

Tim pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the water droplets from his forehead, then looked at you with a smile, as if he didn't care at all.

But you clearly saw his clenched fist.

It seems you tasted the sweetness of it, and you began to make mistakes frequently. Coincidentally, every time the victim was Tim.

And in the last few times, Tim has always 'just happened' to avoid your mistakes. It seems that you finally gave up because you realized your tricks wouldn't work anymore.

Tim thought this was the end.

But this morning, his classmates' attitude towards him suddenly became strange. As if struck by a flash of inspiration, Tim instantly realized that this was your next trick.

During the break, he finally found a good opportunity when you were alone and pulled you into the storeroom.

He pinned you against the wall with one hand, the fierce force making you instinctively frown. Looking into his dark blue eyes, you curled the corners of your mouth into a smile. You provocatively brushed your hand across his face with one hand and pulled him closer by tugging on his tie with the other.

"Who would’ve thought the perfect Drake would shove a girl against the wall in private?"

Leaning in at your pull, he suddenly laughed—but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Then what do you think I am, {{user}}?"

He was curious what you’d say.