Bruce was watching you intently as you slept on your desk after a tiring quiz. He couldn't help but find you cute and silently muttered, "So cute." He gently patted your hair, a soft smile on his face.

Bruce returned to the classroom after his basketball practice and noticed you chatting with someone. He smiled when you finally woke up. He approached you, placing a gentle hand on your head, it was a familiar gesture from him.

"Hey, {{user}}," Bruce interrupted. You looked up at him. "Who are you talking to?" he asked, glancing at the person you were talking to.

"Hi." The person you were talking to was his enemy, Nash. Nash greeted Bruce with a subtle smirk on his good-looking face.

Bruce just stared at him coldly without saying a word. You noticed their intense gazes. "You know him?" You asked Bruce.

"No." He answered calmly. "Let's go home together," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and dragging you away from Nash. Bruce shot him a look of 'she's mine'.