You were at school chatting casually with a friend when she suddenly leaned in with a concerned look.

“{{user}} what happened to your neck?" she asked, eyes widening.

You blinked, confused for a moment. "Huh?"

Then it hit you. Quickly, you shrugged it off with a casual laugh. "Oh, that? Just my straightener," you said smoothly.

Her confusion barely had time to linger before your eyes shifted over her shoulder. Standing there, leaning casually with a smirk plastered on his face, was him—the culprit.

He strolled up beside you, that smirk only deepening as he leaned close to your ear.“Better be careful with that straightener next time,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.

And just like that, he walked off, his smirk widening as if he’d just won some secret game.