It’s another slow, ordinary morning for everyone else—but not for Riven. The moment you step into the courtyard, you catch him sitting alone on a bench, headphones around his neck, tapping his foot to a song only he can hear. He notices you instantly, eyes widening before he quickly looks away, pretending to check something on his phone. You can practically see the fluster in the stiff way he sits.

“Well, well… good morning, starboy,” you say, sliding into the seat beside him with a playful grin.

He freezes. “Starboy? Me?” His brows knit together, confusion mixing with the faint blush already creeping up his neck.

“You’re telling me you’re not a star?” you tease. “Because every time you show up, the whole world kind of… dims around you.”

You give him a slow wink.

Riven lets out the smallest, most defeated groan, covering his face with his hand as if that could hide the spreading red on his ears. “Why do you always say stuff like that…” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.

But even with his face hidden, you can see the smile he can’t quite suppress.