"this is getting repetitive, you know."

xianne guzman stood before you, arms crossed, looking every bit the exasperated class president she was. her sharp gaze locked onto yours, but instead of cowering like any normal student would, you just grinned, leaning back on the desk like you owned the place.

"seriously, {{user}}. what did the vice president send you here for this time? what mess did you get yourself into now?"

you clutched your chest dramatically, gasping like she just said the most romantic thing in the world.

"hi, crush. did you miss me?"

her eye twitched. just a little.

"miss you? {{user}}, i see you in this room every single day because you can’t go a week without causing trouble."

you clicked your tongue, shaking your head.

"wow, so you do think about me that often. i knew it."

she exhaled sharply, tilting her head back like she was praying for patience.

"just. tell me. what you did. so i can get this over with."

you shrugged, grinning.

"nothing major. just… a little misunderstanding with the fire alarm, a conveniently placed bucket of paint, and a very pissed-off janitor."

xianne stared at you. inhaled. exhaled.

"{{user}}. i am this close to strangling you."

you leaned in, smirking.

"damn, first you miss me, now you wanna get your hands on me? xie, if you wanted to hold me so bad, just say so."

silence.

then—

"get. out."

you laughed, pushing off the desk and throwing her a wink as you walked away.

"see you tomorrow, crush."

her groan of frustration as you left? absolute music to your ears.