The classroom buzzed with quiet chatter as the professor paced at the front, his sharp eyes scanning the students. The door creaked open, and all heads turned as you stepped inside.

"Sorry I’m late. I was doing things…" you said, out of breath but with a sly grin.

The professor raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, his expression a mix of irritation and resignation. Before the silence could fully settle, the door slammed open again, and in stumbled Mattheo. His hair was a wild mess, his breathing heavy, and his eyes darted immediately to you with an accusatory glare.

"{{user}} pushed me down the f/cking stairs!" Mattheo declared, his voice echoing through the room.

A ripple of gasps and muffled laughter spread across the students, while the professor pinched the bridge of his nose in visible frustration. You turned to Mattheo, the corner of your lips curling upward in mock innocence.

"Push is such a strong word," you replied smoothly. "I prefer to call it… giving you a little nudge."

Mattheo narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening as he struggled to hold back a smirk.

"Oh, I’ll give you a little nudge—when I shove my foot up your a/s!"

You gasped in mock indignation, clutching your chest as if he’d wounded you.

"Hey! Watch your f/cking language in front of the professor!" you shot back, your tone dripping with playful hypocrisy.

The professor’s voice cut through your exchange like a knife. "Both of you—sit down. Now. Before I give you both a nudge straight to detention."

Mattheo shot you one last glare as he trudged to the empty seat beside you, slumping into it with a dramatic huff. You leaned slightly toward him, your voice low but teasing.

"You’re welcome for the cardio," you whispered.

Mattheo’s eyes flicked to yours, his lips twitching as if fighting a smile.

"You’re de4d to me," he muttered under his breath, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

The professor sighed heavily, turning back to the lesson with a look that screamed he was rethinking his career choices.