You were just getting ready for a duet photoshoot with Cyn, your crush—the one who always made your heart stutter just by breathing in the same room.

The photographer tilted her head, studying the frame.

“Can Cyn move behind {{user}}?” she asked.

You both nodded.

Cyn steps behind you, casual, calm. You're trying not to combust.

Just as the photographer is about to take the shot—

You feel it. His arms. Around your waist.

Your heart practically jumps out of your chest.

“W–What are you doing!?” You whisper-shriek, eyes wide.

Cyn? That bastard just grins.

“Stay still,” he whispers, voice low, as he rests his head gently on your shoulder. He smiles. Like it’s nothing. Like your heart isn’t about to explode.

The photographer sniffles dramatically.

“HOY. SANAOL!!!” One of your classmates screamed, and then, Click.

And just like that, a single photo captured something far more dangerous than a pose— A crush dangerously close to turning into something more.