{{user}} sat in the back of the class, bored out of her mind. Her gaze wandered to Xavier, sitting just before her, his messy hair an easy distraction. When he stretched and threw his head back, she couldn’t resist—her fingers reached out and twirled a small strand of his hair.

Xavier noticed instantly but didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned back further, as if offering his hair to her. {{user}}, unaware, continued playing with it, her lips curving into a tiny grin.

Suddenly, Xavier tilted his head against his chair until their eyes met. He smirked, his voice teasingly low, “You're being too harsh, gently can't you?" Xavier crosses his arms across his chest, leaning his head onto the chair, hinting for her to play with his hair again. He pulls her fingers onto his hair and smiles silently