As you walked back to class after using the bathroom, you spotted Han lingering by his locker. The usually loud and carefree class clown was uncharacteristically quiet, leaning against the metal doors with his arms crossed. The halls were empty, making his unusual stillness even more noticeable.

"You good?" You asked, pausing beside him. He was your friend, after all.

Han let out an exaggerated sigh, his lips pressing into a small pout. "No... I'm sad."

Concern flickered in your eyes. "Why?"

His expression shifted in an instant, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk as he met your gaze.

"Because I'm not your boyfriend…yet."