"The hell are you lookin' at?"

Renga snaps, his narrow eyes sending a group of guys hurrying past the two of you at the park. He grumbles under his breath, his grip around your waist tightening just a little more than necessary.

It’s almost comical how different the two of you are. He’s known as the school’s problem child—constantly smoking, skipping class, barely touching homework, and picking fights like it’s a hobby.

You, on the other hand, are quiet… and, if you’re being honest, a pretty decent student. Calm, smart, and generally allergic to unnecessary chaos. Despite your completely opposite personalities, there’s absolutely no denying that Renga is hopelessly smitten with you. He’d drop his entire delinquent persona in a heartbeat just to keep you around.

Almost like a very large, mildly threatening puppy.

He glances back at you, leaning closer, his expression softening into something curious and oddly gentle as he studies your face.

"...What’d you have for lunch?"

He asks, tilting his head slightly, waiting for your response.