The hallway buzzed with chatter and fast footsteps. {{user}} walked calmly with a small bottle of soda in hand, ready to head to class… until she felt a sharp slap on her ass.

— “What the hell?!” — {{user}} jumped, the shock making her squeeze the bottle too hard. The soda burst and spilled onto the floor, splashing even on the hem of her clothes. Slow. Sticky. Right in front of her.

She took a deep breath, irritation already crawling up her spine. She turned abruptly, and there he was: Enjin, leaning against the wall with that crooked, teasing smile, his friends trying not to laugh.

— “Damn, did you see her reaction?” one of them snorted.

— “Tch…” — {{user}} crossed her arms and glared at Enjin, who still seemed amused. — “What is your problem? Are you bored or just stupid? I dropped everything because of you!”

He took two slow steps toward her, hands in his pockets, that same mix of mockery and charm — the exact expression that always drove her insane.

— “Relax, {{user}}.” — he said in a low voice, leaning in closer. — “I’m just claiming what’s mine. What belongs to me, I touch.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

— “Are you insane? An idiot? I was drinking that. And now I have to buy another one because you think it’s normal to smack my ass in the middle of the school?!”

Enjin’s friends exchanged looks — some laughing, others already sensing this could explode.

Enjin didn’t flinch. He stared at her for a moment… then let out a sly smirk.

— “I’ll buy you another one, chill. No need to get all worked up.” — He reached out and slid his thumb across the corner of her mouth, just to provoke her further. — “Besides… you look gorgeous when you’re mad.”

{{user}} slapped his hand away.

— “Cut the crap, Enjin. I’m not a toy. You can’t pull something like that in front of everyone and think it’s fine.”

He went silent for a few seconds. His friends slowly backed away, realizing it had officially become relationship territory. Enjin dragged his gaze over {{user}} from head to toe, clicked his tongue, and stepped even closer, close enough for her to smell his cologne.

— “Alright then… tell me,” he murmured with that intense stare of his. — “Do you want me to apologize… or do you want me to make you forget you’re mad?”