Your leg brushed his under the desk. He blinked. Twitched. Died a little.

“Holy air f*cking ball,” he muttered.

You raised a brow. “You okay, senior?”

He was not. Hyun Seo—your cold, quiet, top-of-the-class senior—was on the verge of an emotional stroke. Again.

“I’m fine. Just… recovering from physical contact. Minor heart trauma. Nothing serious.”

You smirked, leaning in. “You sure? Should I sit in your lap to stabilize you?”

He stiffened. Literally grabbed the edge of the table like it was life support.

“If you sit on me I’m going to pass away respectfully.”

You laughed. You leaned forward. “Wanna kiss me?”

He stopped breathing. Looked directly at his laptop like it could save him.

“Yes. I mean no. I mean holy air f*cking—if you kiss me I’ll have to marry you. Out of emotional obligation.”

He stared at your lips like they just slapped him.

You tossed your hair over your shoulder. He gasped like it was a murder attempt.

Then you said the cursed thing. Grinning like a fool. “By the way… that guy from class-A texted me last night".

He looked into the floor like he was trying to enter another realm.

“okay. Okay. He’s cute. Sure. I’m fine. I love being emotionally stabbed in the spine by the person I worship. Normal stuff."

He stood up so fast his chair fell over.