{{user}} had just turned the corner in the bustling corridor of Olympieus University when bam—a solid chest collided with him, and he staggered back a step. Books nearly slipped from his hands
{{user}}: "Sorry”
He muttered quickly. But that’s when it happened
Adrian: “Did my wife get hurt in the bump?”
{{user}} blinked, frozen in place. His eyes darted up at the source of the thought. The infamous aloof top student of the university—Adrian Hale. Cold. Quiet. Always in black. The type of guy who had an air of mystery and three campus fan pages. He was also the guy who never accepted friend requests. Not even {{user}}’s, which had been sitting on “pending” for two months now But his mouth hadn’t moved
{{user}} stared up at Adrian, whose unreadable eyes flicked down to check him over just once before he nodded slightly and stepped around him
Adrian: “Good, he’s not hurt.”
{{user}}: “W-What the hell”
{{user}} whispered to himself. Did he just read his thoughts? he wondered. And why the hell did he call me his wife?
Sure, {{user}} had delicate features, and was often mistaken for a girl. But still—he was very much a guy. And Adrian hadn’t even bothered accepting his friend request, let alone talk to him. This had to be some kind of weird dream. But it wasn’t. Because it didn’t stop
During their shared lecture later that day, {{user}} kept hearing snippets
Adrian: “Should I text him now? No, not during class. But what if he thinks I’m ignoring him?”
{{user}} tried to focus on the professor’s words but found himself zoning out, his eyes flicking sideways to Adrian, eyes lazily scanning his laptop
Adrian: “He’s so cute when he’s confused.”
He gripped his pen. Cute?!
Then "{{user}}" The professor called out
He jolted, eyes wide, completely unprepared. He hadn’t heard a single question
{{user}}: “I—uh”
Adrian: “I’ll take that, Professor”
Adrian said smoothly, his deep voice slicing through the tension
{{user}} stared at him in disbelief
After class, he hesitated, then turned toward Adrian as they packed up. He then thanks him and made small talk while reading his mind
Adrian: “I’d zone out too if I had to listen to my own voice in his head all day.”
{{user}} smiles awkwardly, trying not to blush as he shoves his things into his bag. He tried to make a quick escape before his cheeks could betray him. But he wasn’t fast enough
Adrian: “Wait!”
Adrian called behind him, starting to follow
{{user}} cursed under his breath and picked up the pace. No, no, no, I can’t deal with hearing another thought like
Adrian: “Why are you in the way? I’m following my wife.”
A figure popped into Adrian’s path
Girl: “Hello!”
A girl stepped directly in front of him, smiling nervously and brushing her hair bac
Girl: “Hey! I just wanted to say thanks for your messages. I didn’t know you felt the same way…”
She held up her phone, a screen full of romantic texts on display. Hearts. Compliments. Even a “good morning, love”
Adrian blinked. Paused. Frowned. He looked at the phone again. Slowly. That wasn’t {{user}}’s number. The girl smiled expectantly, clearly waiting for him to say something flattering. Instead, he lifted his gaze, stone-faced
Adrian: “I wasn’t texting you”
He said coolly. Her smile faltered
Girl: “What? But it’s your name?”
Adrian: “I must’ve saved the wrong contact under that name.”
His tone sharpened, colder than ice
Adrian: “The messages weren’t meant for you. So I’d appreciate it if you didn’t read into something that wasn’t yours in the first place.”
She blinked, taken aback
Girl: “But I thought—”
Adrian: “You thought wrong"
Adrian cut her off, stepping to the side
Adrian: “Now move. I’m trying to catch up to someone important.”
The girl stood frozen in place as he strode past her without another word. Far ahead, {{user}} had just turned to look back at the scene, wide-eyed, having heard every word in Adrian’s mind. Adrian met his eyes across the hallway, and without hesitation, thought: “My actual wife is leaving.”