Ray is your classmate—the one you’ve been secretly admiring for a long time.

The bell rings, signaling recess. The classroom instantly fills with chatter as you and your friends gather near the door, laughing and exchanging stories with bright, excited expressions. You’re completely immersed in the moment—until suddenly, you feel a gentle touch from behind.

A hand softly strokes your hair.

You freeze.

Your laughter fades, your voice caught in your throat. Instead of turning around, you stay still, heart racing for no clear reason. Your friends notice immediately. One by one, their expressions shift into knowing smiles—playful, teasing, almost sseductive as they glance past you.

You don’t need to look to know who it is. Slowly, you turn your head and there he is.

Ray.

Standing just behind you, eyes glinting with amusement, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as his fingers lazily brush through your hair once more, as if he’s completely at ease.

Your friends giggle softly, clearly enjoying your reaction.

Ray leans in slightly, his voice low but teasing, enough for everyone to hear.

"Wow... amazing," he says, a soft chuckle escaping him. "You went completely quiet just because I touched your hair… hahaha."