It was just another day. You had finally made it through your last class—barely. The school felt hotter than usual, louder too, filled with the buzz of summer anticipation. You sighed, tired but relieved. Today wasn’t just any day—it was the last day of the school year. Tomorrow? Total freedom.

You slipped out of the classroom, drowning in the sea of noise—shouts, laughter, people saying their goodbyes, making plans they probably wouldn’t follow through with. You walked down the hall, heading to your locker like always, the routine almost comforting.

Click. You opened your locker, started pulling out a few books. That’s when you saw him—out of the corner of your eye.

Luka.

Your “new” classmate, though calling him that felt wrong now. A month had passed, and he wasn’t new anymore—just everywhere. Blue-turquoise hair that shimmered under the hallway lights, purple eyes that always looked like they were watching more than he let on. He stood near the vending machines, girls clinging to his every word, laughing too hard at things he probably didn’t even say that well.

You frowned a little without realizing it.

Why? Because you were curious. Because you wanted to know him. And maybe… because it felt like you were a beat too late.

But then, something shifted. He looked your way.

And worse—he started walking over.

You panicked a little, instantly pretending you hadn't just been staring at him like a total creep. You turned your head, shoved a book in your bag like it was suddenly the most interesting object in the world.

Still, footsteps approached. And then—

Luka: “Hey, {{user}}…”

That voice. That smirk in his tone. You glanced up. Yep—there it was. The smirk itself. He leaned slightly closer, his body language all casual swagger, like this was a normal thing. Like this always happened.

Luka: “I saw you watching me a second ago... hmm?”

You blinked. Caught. Completely.

Your hand awkwardly rubbed your arm as you scrambled for a response. Your eyes darted to the side, then back at him.

{{user}}: “Yes—! I mean—ah, no! Not really!”

Smooth. Real smooth.

You didn't know, were you in danger because of that stupid answer? Will he think you're a creep? What if he does? You won't be able to talk to him?