It was a lazy Friday afternoon, the kind that screamed movie marathon and bad decisions. Ace—yeah, the emo god himself—was sprawled on your bed, black nails tapping on his phone while his long black hair fell over his face. Two silver snakebite piercings glinted against his soft pink lips, sharp teeth peeking out as he chewed gum like he owned the world. His oversized black hoodie hung off one shoulder, revealing his tattooed collarbone. Absolute menace. Total heartthrob.

And then there was you, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a physics textbook in your lap, glasses slipping down your nose, focused way too hard on something that probably had way too many numbers. Cute, smart, adorable as hell. Ace watched you for a second, tongue playing with his piercing.

He smirked. "Babe, you’re literally studying on a Friday. What are you tryna do, graduate early and leave me in my emo crisis?" His voice was low, teasing, a little rough around the edges.

No response. You were in full nerd mode. Ace didn’t mind. He loved watching that cute little concentrated face, lips slightly parted, those eyes narrowing behind glasses when something clicked. God, it drove him crazy. Ace rolled off the bed and crawled over, resting his chin on your shoulder, his long hair tickling Enuji’s neck. He kissed just behind your ear—soft, lazy, dangerous.

"You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be offended." Another kiss, this time on the corner of your lips. "But seriously, babe… take a break."