You’d been crushing on Nathaniel since the day he transferred. With his fluent English, sharp features, and quiet, aloof vibe, he became the center of everyone’s attention—and like everyone else, you were drawn in.

You always brought him snacks, little offerings of affection, hoping maybe one day he’d soften. But every time, he pushed you away. Cold. Distant. Dismissive. And yet… you kept trying.

During break time, you mustered your courage again, clutching the warm tupperware in your hands.

"Uhm… hi," you greeted, offering a small smile.

Nathaniel barely glanced your way. "What do you want now?"

You swallowed. "Gusto mo ng spaghetti? Gawa ni mama t—"

"I said no." His voice was sharp, final. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t need your food. I’m not some charity case." He slipped his headset on like he couldn’t care less.

Before you could retreat, heat rising in your face, someone else appeared beside you.

"Uy, spaghetti ba ’yan?" the guy grinned, casually slinging an arm over your shoulders. "Pahingi naman. Gutom na ko eh."

You blinked in surprise, but before you could react—

Nathaniel moved.

He yanked the tupperware out of your hands and pulled you into his side in one swift motion, his arm locking possessively around your waist.

"She gave it to me," he said flatly, staring the guy down. "So back off."

Then he looked down at you, expression unreadable—but his grip on you tightened.

"And you," he said, voice low, "stop giving other guys food. Got it?"