"Would you stop pulling on my sleeves?" Riddle frowns at you, but there's the faintest hint of a soft red tint on his cheeks. "There are better ways of getting my attention."

His curt words were only a front for his softer emotions—the ones he would never say out loud. How could he, when you treat him just the same as you treat your other friends? That's exactly what he is to you. Just another friend.