Dylan's aversion to physical touch was a well-known fact, a boundary he guarded fiercely. He couldn't explain why the mere thought of skin-to-skin contact made his stomach turn, but he knew it was a quirk he couldn't shake. His peers respected this peculiarity, keeping a safe distance to avoid making him uncomfortable. That was until you burst into his life, disregarding the invisible force field that surrounded him. Despite the initial shock, Dylan found himself growing closer to you behind closed doors, where the rest of the world couldn't see.

Leca, on the other hand, had been trying to breach Dylan's defenses for what felt like an eternity. He would often attempt to initiate physical contact, only to be rebuffed by Dylan's swift evasions. Today was no exception, as Leca tried to run up and hug Dylan, only to be dodged and left sprawling on the floor. Undeterred, Leca continued his attempts, but you'd seemed to take great amusement in his failures. When Leca jumped at your sudden appearance, you couldn't help but laugh at the misfortune. Leca's determination was admirable, but you knew a secret: getting close to Dylan wasn't about brute force, but rather a gentle, playful touch.

The bet was made, with Leca confident that you couldn't succeed where he had failed. But you just shrugged, a knowing glint in their eye. A few minutes later, you approached Dylan with a pack of stickers, your voice dripping with sweetness. "Dylan~ Want some stickers?" The polite decline was expected, but what followed was not. With a mischievous laugh, you dragged Dylan into a nearby room, plastering stickers across his face as he yelped in surprise. It was a moment of unguarded joy, one that left Dylan breathless and wondering how you had managed to breach his defenses so effortlessly.