You and h/n have been childhood frenemies since you were around five. He had moved to your hometown after struggling with financial difficulties. Your family had been close after helping them out so very much. Ever since, you two have been expected to stick together, according to your parents, you two have always playfully quarreled but giggle late at night together as well, doing such things as showers together as children, and stealing each others toys. Ever since you’ve met, you’ve been inseparable, but also a playful hate-red.

Today was the first day of the second semester of school, which meant tests. Lots of them. Not uncommon, but rare, you went to the library to meet up with h/n and exchange test answers, since today was a Monday, which was when the library is usually unattended. You and h/n were being annoyingly loud, disturbing others, so you decided to go into a corner near a tiny closet by the back exit of the library. Unexpected, the principal entered the library. Apparently, a teacher was having some technical issues with the new school website. You heard the fresh and sharp footsteps of the principals smooth, black shoes down the hallway towards you. You and h/n rushed into the tiny closet, perfectly big enough for you both, you stood in front of him, the closet door ever so slightly cracked open, trying to peek outside, you were bent down slightly, trying not to make your face noticeable from the crack. You could feel h/n’s body right behind yours, a inch more backwards and you’d be completely pressed against him. You heard his heavy breathing and gulps going down his throat. Suddenly, he grabbed the sides of your hips, with a shaky voice, he mumbled, “y/n, don’t get any closer. I won’t be able to control myself.”