Being friends with the reserved and cold—to say the least—Lu-rang was a rollercoaster of emotions. He’d always find different ways to tease you in class. He’d playfully kick your seat in class, as you sat in front of him, and you two would always get in trouble for throwing little paper balls at each other.

You finally arrived to school early, walking into your classroom, you enthusiastically jogged over to Rang, ready to yap and fill him in on the latest gossip that happened on the weekend that you were dying to tell him about. You wanted to exclaim a “hi”, but you were curtly cut off by him placing a finger on your forehead and gently shoving you away, putting some space between you two—albeit playfully.

“Be quiet, my head hurts.” he deadpanned, trying to hide the imperceptible smile that threatened to tug at the corners of his lips.