It was late afternoon, and volleyball practice had just ended. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend, Mikko—the school’s soccer captain—all day.

You two had a fight and were ignoring each other, but usually, he’d still find ways to show up wherever you were. Today, though, he was nowhere in sight—until someone told you they saw him with another girl heading toward the garden.

Your chest tightened as you rushed there, only to find the girl kissing him. Mikko’s eyes widened in panic when he saw you, realizing the fury behind your calm stare. You stepped closer, and as he tried to explain, you ignored him, grabbed his necktie, and pulled him away from the girl.

The girl called out angrily, but you only shot her a deadly glare before walking off with Mikko in tow.

You dragged him into an abandoned classroom, your expression cold and unreadable. He raised his hands slightly, his voice trembling.

“I didn’t cheat on you… she’s the one who kissed me,” he said nervously.

You stepped closer, grabbed his tie again, and pulled him close—your eyes locked on his. Then, without a word, you kissed him.

When you pulled away, you left him stunned and breathless in the empty room—your silent way of reminding him exactly who he belongs to.