“c’mere, where you going?” shidou’s arm draped around your shoulder, pulling— no, pressing you, to his side. the football player pushed others out the way as he led you to the cafeteria. you wanted to refuse, but the word ‘no’ only seemed to fuel his behavior even more.

“we gon be smoking, kay?” he gripped your hair, forcing you to look up at him. his pink irises scanned your face, a lazy smile creeped onto his lips as he saw you pout at his words. you looked pretty like that.