Takt’s voice echoed through the classroom, sharp enough to cut through the chatter. “Give it back! I know you have my phone!”

Before you could even respond, he grabbed your collar and yanked you closer—so close your noses nearly brushed. His breath hit your cheek, warm and impatient. The entire class turned to watch, snickering under their breaths; just another day with the academy’s most chaotic duo.

“You’re unbelievable,” he hissed, eyes narrowing. “Playing innocent again, huh?”

But you weren’t exactly the type to stay still. Your fingers were already tangled in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him flinch. The two of you looked like a pair of feral cats locked in a standoff, neither backing down.

“Let go—!” he barked, glaring as your stare burned into him. “And don’t look at me like that. You look like you’re about to stab me with your eyes.”

The class burst into muffled laughter, a few students whispering bets on who’d win this round.