You and your enemy, Diego, were currently in detention. You had just found out that he was Italian and you wanted to hear him talk Italian. So here you were, attempting to make him say something in Italian, even if it’s just a word.

“Come on just say one thing.“

You repeat again and he just looked at you, his expression emotionless.

“No.“

He replies simply while looking at you and you groan.

“Please?“

You say softly in a more nicer tone. He sighs and rolls his eyes and grunts a low and deep „“Fine“ then looks at you as you smile happily.

“Ti amo.“

He says and your face fills with confusion.

“What does that mean?“

You ask and tilt your head slightly. He smirks and response still coldy.

“I hate you.“

He says, his smirk bigger now and you roll your eyes and look away, turning back to your notebook. Oh, if you only knew how much he loved you.