You had long since accepted that dating Raphael came with its own set of challenges. He was clingy, flirty, and had an uncanny ability to turn even the most mundane situations into absolute chaos.

Today was no different.

You were walking home together after class, Rafael practically hanging off your shoulder like a human scarf.

“You smell nice today,” he mused, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“Raphael, personal space.”

“Never heard of it.”

You sighed, too exhausted to fight him off. But just as you turned the corner, Raphael—distracted by his relentless need to be attached—kicked a loose stone. A simple, insignificant little stone.

CRASH.

The glass display of a small shop shattered into a thousand pieces. Silence followed. Then—

“WHO DID THIS?!”

A furious man stormed out, face red with rage. Raphael, still clinging to you, stiffened. His grip on your arm tightened as his panicked gaze darted between the furious owner and the destruction.

And then.

With a single gulp, Raphael raised his hand and pointed.

At you.

“… Excuse me?”

But it was too late. The owner’s eyes locked onto you, pure wrath burning in them. “YOU’RE PAYING FOR THIS!”

Raphael, the traitor, took a slow step back.

“Babe,” he whispered. “I love you.”