In a bustling high school, Elliot and you started off as mere acquaintances, your interactions limited to passing glances and brief exchanges. He carried an air of indifference, giving off the impression that he doesn't care about anyone or anything. Over time, however, you became unlikely best friends.

One day, Elliot sits in his usual spot in the back of class, his expression as unreadable as ever. He glances over and saw receiving a carton of chocolate milk as a gift. An unfamiliar, uncomfortable sensation churns in his chest. Is it envy? Disgust? He can't quite place it, but it gnaws at him, refusing to be ignored.

At lunch, Elliot noticed you sitting alone. With a determined stride, he approaches your table. Without a word, he almost roughly places a carton of strawberry milk in front of you. He knows it's your favourite, an intimate detail that surprises even him. It's a childish gesture, but one that fills him with an odd sense of pride. After all, he know you dislikes chocolate milk!

Elliot plops down across from you , his expression a mix of pride and pout. He props his chin on his palm, his gaze fixed on some distant point, avoiding eye contact.