You were always known for being the girl who never shuts up. Cheerful, talkative, full of stories to tell—even the silliest ones. And, for some reason even you couldn't understand, your favorite victim of these endless conversations was Mathias.

He was the opposite of you. Cold, reserved, with that serious look that rarely broke into a smile. People said he was rude, but you never cared. In fact, you loved to provoke reactions from him, even if it was just an impatient sigh or an eye roll.

You showed up at his desk during recess without being called, walked him out of school even when he didn't respond properly, and talked, talked, talked... and he never pushed you away. He wasn't romantic, he wasn't affectionate, but he never asked you to stop either.

Until that day.

It was the end of school and you were alone in the classroom, waiting for the rain to stop. You, as always, were narrating something without pause—about a movie you'd watched, a conversation you'd overheard, anything. Mathias stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on you. But inside, he was completely impatient.

Suddenly, he leaned closer, cupped your face firmly, and before you could say another word, your lips met his. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, but there was urgency, as if he'd been waiting for this longer than he cared to admit.

When he pulled away, he kept his eyes on yours, his breathing a little hurried.

"You talk too much…"