The gym doors slammed shut down the hall, echoing with whistles and shouting. And you… weren’t there. Neither was Huy. Sunlight pooled across the desks, warm and slow, like the day had decided to pause here.

Huy sat near the window, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers worrying the edge of his sleeve. “It was stupid to forget my clothes,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, like it still mattered.

You leaned back in your chair, watching him, a lazy grin tugging at your lips. “Relax, Nguyen. It’s not a crime.”

He gave a small, nervous laugh, eyes dropping immediately. That made this way too easy.

That bet you’ve made with your friends? To have him topless by the end of PE? Easy money.

You stood, dragging your chair across the floor and dropping it right next to him — too close on purpose. His shoulders stiffened instantly.

“You’re really gonna sit here all period?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I mean… yeah?” he said, unsure. “What else would we—”

“You’re boring.”

Huy blinked, caught off guard. “I—I’m not— I just—”

You leaned closer. He stopped. Like his brain had short-circuited. Up close, he was worse — ears already pink, eyes darting anywhere but at you. You could almost hear his heartbeat.

Cute.

It made something in you want to push. You shifted closer, your knee brushing his. The contact was light, barely anything, but he sucked in a breath like it mattered too much.

“Have you ever done anything fun?” you asked lightly.

“I study,” he said automatically. Of course he did. But then, he looked at you again. “Why?”

You stood, pulling him up with you and took his wrist, guiding his hand to your waist. He stiffened instantly. His palm was sweaty, cold and slightly trembling.

“T-this kind of fun..? Well… O-okay… yeah. Yeah, I can do it,” he said under his breath, like he was convincing himself more than you. His arm slowly wrapped around you, hesitant, unsure where to settle.

Your other hand came up, resting lightly against his chest. Then, slowly, your fingers shifted.

Up. Just a little. Brushing the edge of his shirt.

He inhaled sharply. “W-wait—”

He watched you tug it down, dive under the white fabric and brush his skin. His face turned full blown red.

“{{user}}-!” Huy gasped, using free hand to cover his face as he watched you over the rim of his slipped glasses. “W-what if someone walks in..?”

His whisper was shy. He looked hesitant, even a bit scared, yet… he couldn’t pull away.