“You’re being immature,” Maki muttered, trailing behind as you darted around your apartment. It wasn’t the first time you’d swiped her glasses, just to get a reaction out of her—but this time, you’d definitely succeeded.
Grinning to yourself, you kept your eyes forward, moving backward as carefully as you could. You thought you had enough distance on her. But with Maki, that was never really the case. She was stealthy, always one step ahead, and you’d only managed to keep her glasses this long by sheer luck.
Unbeknownst to you, Maki was already right behind, watching you take each backward step with a barely-restrained smirk. She could see the confidence in your face, the way you thought you’d escaped her. She practically counted down the seconds until you’d be right where she wanted.
And then—bump!
You gasped as you collided with her, her arms wrapping snugly around your waist, locking you in place. Leaning down, Maki lowered her voice to a whisper, her breath warm against your ear. You could feel her grin, sharp and amused, inches from your cheek.
“Boo.”
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