You and Mattheo have a mixed relationship. You treating each other like you hate each other in public, full on enemy mode. But when you’re alone, you often cuddle, talk softly, share physical contact. It’s nothing serious, but still something. Today, it was a long and rough day, many classes, many chores. Right now, you two are in detention because of a spilled potion. He’s very irritated because of the situation yall are in, yelling at you, when you suddenly flinch. He stops and his voice immediately softens, stepping back. His face switches from anger to guilt. M: “whoa…hey, I didn’t mean to scare you…”