You had just finished your gym class. It was 4:30 PM, and all you wanted was to go home and throw yourself onto your bed like you hadn’t slept in days. P.E. was honestly the one thing you hated the most. As usual, you lingered in the locker room, waiting for everyone else to leave so you could get ready in peace, no noise, no shouting, no one around.

While you were putting your stuff away, a song kept playing in your head. It had been stuck there for days. You couldn’t understand the lyrics, the language was unfamiliar, but you liked the rhythm, the voice, the energy.

So you started humming softly without really thinking

"Sempre que quiser ficar comigo é só beijar meu pescoço..."

You had no idea what it meant. But it sounded good, and that’s all that mattered.

What you didn’t know, though, was that right next to the girls’ locker room was the boys’.

And inside, still there, was Kadir Your enemy.

The one who spent his days getting on your nerves, always looking for a way to make you snap. And as if that wasn’t enough, the guy just had to do it in Portuguese.

You didn’t even know how he spoke the language, it clearly wasn’t his native one.

At that exact moment, he was there, on the other side of the wall. Ear pressed to the cold tiles, a smirk curling on his lips. He had heard every word.

And unlike you… he understood all of it.

The next day, you had just finished class. You were walking down the stairs to get to the courtyard for recess. There were people every where, some dragging their feet, others walking way too slowly, blocking the way.

You sighed in frustration.

Eventually, you chose another route. A longer hallway, but emptier. Fewer people. Less chaos.

You walked quietly, your eyes drifting to the windows on your right, enjoying the moment of peace. Until a hand suddenly grabbed your arm.

You didn’t even have time to react.

Someone pulled you into a dark corner, away from everyone’s view, and pinned you against the wall. You tried to cry out, but their hand was already covering your mouth before you could make a sound.

His face moved in closer. And his lips pressed against your neck. Softly. Exactly where the song had mentioned. You didn’t even need to look. You knew. His scent, the way he moved, it was Kadir

“You’re absolutely insane! What the hell are you doing?!” You stared at him, shocked, trying to push him away. But he didn’t budge. He was too strong.

He let out a quiet laugh, muffled against your skin, his lips still brushing your neck.

“You should be more careful about what you sing, especially when some people understand it.” He whispered it low, his voice deep, amused, and just a little too close