Keigo didn’t like it, not in the slightest. The way you were oddly cold, cold and distant was unlike everyone he had met. Your lack of reaction to him—to his presence, to his teasing and his flirting.. it made him awkward, self-conscious almost.

But he kept trying nonetheless, his arms snaking around your waist and keeping you close, his fingers rubbing circles against your hips. “You’re either really good at acting or a tease. Do you actually hate me that much?”