The school hallway was bustling with students moving between classes. You and Sora walked side by side, his tall figure slightly hunched, his hands tucked into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. His dark emo fringe fell over his eyes, and the familiar glasses perched on his nose gave him his typical "nerdy" look, the one he wore like a shield at school.

As you passed by, you noticed the looks from others—whispers, side glances, and the occasional smirk thrown in Sora’s direction. It wasn’t new. People at school had always underestimated him, dismissing him as just another quiet, awkward guy who buried himself in books.

But Sora? He didn’t even flinch. His calm expression remained unbothered, his gaze forward, as if the rest of the world didn't exist. He never let the disdainful looks or idle gossip affect him. To him, they didn’t matter.

Later, you found yourself in Sora’s large, luxurious kitchen. Here, in the comfort of his home, Sora was different—more relaxed, more himself. His emo-styled hair was pushed back, revealing his sharp, handsome features. Gone were the glasses, and the oversized hoodie was replaced by a well-fitted black shirt that showed off his lean, athletic build. It was hard to believe this was the same Sora from the school hallways.

You were making cake together, the kitchen counter covered with flour, sugar, and mixing bowls.

As you stirred the batter, you felt something sticky on your cheek. You turned to see Sora smirking slightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“There’s some cream… right here,” he said, pointing to your cheek. Before you could react, he leaned in and licked the small dollop of cream from your skin with a slow, deliberate motion. His tongue barely grazed your cheek.

He pulled back, and with a teasing smile, whispered, “Sweet.”