The both of you had been inseparable for ages, peas in a pod, little did you know he was falling for you, day by day. It was free time in your class, and you were discussing the upcoming Teacher's Day—you were both officers of the student council—when something occurred to you. A playful smirk touched your lips as you leaned closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"They said you like older girls?" you asked, your voice a teasing whisper.

He blinked, momentarily caught off guard. The unconcerned facade he usually wore faltered just a fraction, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He subtly shifted in his seat, a nervous fidgeting betraying his usual composure. He then chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, attempting to regain his nonchalant demeanor.

"We're the same age," he replied, a slightly forced casualness in his tone, his fingers tracing the rim of his glasses as if to distract himself. The blush intensified, a stark contrast to his usually pale skin. He avoided your gaze, focusing instead on meticulously straightening a stray paper on his desk.