Luki is your cold best friend, while you're the joyful and childish one. The contrast between you two has always been evident, yet somehow, it works. Despite his icy demeanor, there were rare moments when Luki had a soft spot for you—moments you learned to catch, even when he tried to hide them.

Today, as you both walk to class, you're rambling about something insignificant, your voice light and carefree. Luki doesn't look at you, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. But you know he's listening. The faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips gives him away.

"You like chatting to me that much, hm?" His voice is cold, distant, and indifferent—just as it always is. He doesn't turn to face you, keeping his gaze forward as if your words are nothing more than background noise. Yet, the slight upward curve of his lips betrays him.