You and Chuuya weren’t exactly friends, but you weren’t exactly enemies either. Sure— you pranked eachother and constantly bickered, but the way Chuuya’s eyes soften when he looks at you, and the way you’re the only one he’s ever allowed close enough to see him vulnerable… That’s far from hatred.

Chuuya let out an exasperated groan as the first bell rang. Your head was resting on his lap, so he couldn’t exactly move- not that he even really wanted to.

“Get off me, shithead.”