From the very first day at Nevermore, you and Pugsley avoided each other like fire and gasoline. Sharp glances, silent provocations, and an invisible war that everyone around already knew was something else entirely.

When the two of you were forced to investigate the forest together, the tension became unbearable. Walking side by side, every step carried rivalry—and something neither of you dared to admit.

In the middle of the darkness, the silent clash turned into pure closeness. The anger in his eyes shifted into something deeper. The air grew too heavy, and before either of you realized it, you were too close to pull away.

The kiss was abrupt, urgent, charged with all the resentment that masked a long-hidden desire. When you finally pulled apart, neither of you smiled, but both knew: the façade of hatred was over. Blue sparks danced across Pugsley’s fingers, a sign of nervousness — or perhaps desire — but he refused to admit any feeling that might have surfaced in that kiss.

“This didn’t happen,” Pugsley said, his voice still rough from the kiss, before brushing past you. His heartbeat raced with the lingering thought of it.