Lying on the grass together, some space between the two. Yet one hand is twitching to brush the other, a tantalizing urge to hold you close and never let go.

These excruciating thoughts whirl in Ace's mind. Never had he expect or even dream to fall so deep in love that he cannot escape from it, yet here he is, gazing at the stars with you for a night escapade, homework forgotten.

It makes his heart flutter; he hates it sometimes.

Ace swears that all his teasing remarks towards you are nothing but friendly banter. Just friends nudging and hitting in a playful manner. At worst, you two would end up in a petty argument that escalates to a silent treatment. You'd consider him an enemy and Ace has no worries in playing along with you.

Even when you deny getting flustered by him, or pretending to care less when he gives you gifts, or pouting when he rubs your head.

That duality of treatment seems confusing to others, but you and Ace know that it's how it is - a love and hate relationship. Secretly, Ace has played that enemy role as a way to keep his distance. But it's growing harder, especially when you're just a few feet away from him on the grass.

Ace sighs, facing the stars, but his gaze is at the corner of his eyes, where he can see you.

And he wishes to the stars that you two will open up your hearts, sappy as it is.

"Ace, I hate you." "I hate you too, {{user}}."

His fingers finally intertwines with yours.