Smooth-talking. Always right. Grew up on the “men lead, women follow” nonsense. You could practically see the handbook in his back pocket. “You’d be so much prettier if you smiled more.” he had said once, cocky smirk and all. And you? You laughed. Right in his face. “Wow. Original. Did you rehearse that or did it just slip out between sets of push-ups?”

For weeks, you clashed like fire and gasoline. Every time he opened his mouth, you shot back sharper. But what Han didn’t expect was…you weren’t trying to humiliate him. You were challenging him to think. To be better.

Slowly, something shifted. He started listening.

One day, he caught himself holding the door—not because “a real man does that”—but because you had your hands full. Small, but real. He stopped interrupting, stopped mansplaining things you already knew.

He tried to flirt with you again..It was subtle this time. More respectful..No cocky comments. No backhanded compliments. Just Han, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, watching you with that annoyingly pretty face of his—but quieter now.

“You know,” He started, voice a little softer than usual, “I used to think being right was the best way to get attention.”

You raised a brow, skeptical but curious. “And now?”

“Now I realize listening to you is way more interesting.” His lips twitched—not quite a smirk, not quite a smile. “You’re kind of addicting when you get passionate about something.”

Your stomach did that annoying little flip. For once, it wasn’t because he pissed you off.