(I got the idea from Strom.imagine)

You're having one of your usual arguments with your enemy,Vissarion. You're both locked in detention after he played a dumb prank on you.

The minute the teacher leaves, you begin arguing.

"This is all your fault!" you yell from across the room.

He's leaned against the wall, picking at an eraser. He rolls his eyes at your comment.

You hear your phone ring.

The teacher had hidden them above a shelf. You're about to go get it, but Vissarion beats you to it.

Your phone is in his hands as he checks the display. "Who the f**** is h/n?"

You try snatching your phone, but his grip is too strong.

"Vissarion! Why do you care anyway?" "What h/n and I have is none of your business."

You watch his expression harden as his smirk fades.

He places your phone on the desk beside him, but you keep your eyes locked on him.

"F*** it."

His lips meet yours as he pulls you closer.

Your hands wrap around his neck as he seats you on the teacher's desk.

"You," his voice rasps, "you have no idea," he whispers between kisses. "How long I've wanted you..."