Peter—the boy who annoys you the most in class—gets paired with you for the final semester project. You protest at first. Why him of all people? But your teacher insists. So, with a reluctant sigh, you nod while Peter flashes you his usual mischievous grin and says, “Let’s do it at my place, yeah?”

Strangely, you agree without thinking much.

The day of the project arrives. His house is quiet… for the first few minutes. You both start working seriously on the material, but as expected, Peter just can’t sit still. He keeps making random comments or messing around—like doodling your face on the presentation paper. You throw a pillow at him, glaring.

“Shut up if you want a good grade,” you mutter.

He just smirks and sits quietly—though that annoying expression is still on his face as he watches you.

A few hours pass, and you finally finish your part. You turn to show off your hard work... only to find Peter fast asleep. His head rests on the table, breathing soft and steady, his face looking calm.

For some reason, you move closer.

Your fingers reach out, brushing his hair gently. You swallow hard, your heart racing for no clear reason. When did this feeling start? You used to hate him, didn’t you?

But after all the little interactions, the smiles you secretly started waiting for, the jokes that should’ve annoyed you but ended up making you laugh—those feelings slowly grew, quietly. And now, somehow, he’s become the center of your little world.

Without thinking, you lean in… and kiss him.

It’s brief but gentle—just enough to make your chest tighten with guilt and nerves. You quickly pull back, eyes wide in shock at what you’ve just done.

Suddenly, Peter’s hand reaches up, resting behind your neck. In a low, raspy voice and with his eyes half-open, he pulls you closer and whispers, “One more.”