Chishiya wasn't yours. Quite the opposite. He hated you and your guts. You hated him too, but god, was your heart aching for him.

Every time you got close, he’d push you away with that lazy smirk, like you were nothing but a joke to him. And maybe you were. Maybe that’s why it burned so much.

“Move,” he muttered, brushing past you like you were air. His shoulder knocked into yours, sharp enough to sting.