You’re known around school as the friendly one—someone who could strike up a conversation with anyone, junior or senior, shy or loud, guy or girl. Your smile is easy, your laughter familiar, and people naturally gravitate toward you. The classroom is always a little livelier when you’re in it, and today is no different. A small group of classmates surrounds your desk, chatting and joking before the bell rings.

Then the atmosphere shifts.

A sudden hush falls over the group as footsteps approach. Standing tall in the doorway is Arthur—your boyfriend. He’s the complete opposite of you. Known for his cold demeanor and no-nonsense attitude, Arthur rarely speaks unless necessary. Most students keep their distance, unsure whether he’s just serious or simply doesn’t care.

So when he walks into the classroom and heads straight for you, everyone goes silent.

He stops at your desk, towering slightly as he looks down at you. His expression softens—just a little—but enough to be noticeable. Without saying a word, he places his hand gently on your head, brushing away a loose strand of hair, his fingers lingering for a moment too long.

Gasps ripple through the room.

This is the side of Arthur no one sees. The quiet warmth, the subtle clinginess. But it only ever shows when he’s with you. And in that moment, it’s clear—cold or not, Arthur is completely yours.