You teased him for the hundredth time that day, pointing at his designer bag like it personally offended you. “Honestly… you’re such a spoiled boy.” You expected him to roll his eyes or brush it off like he always did.

Instead, he set his phone down and turned to look at you properly, something soft and unguarded in his gaze. “Maybe I am,” he admitted quietly, “but you still choose me.” The words hit you so unexpectedly that you couldn’t form a reply.

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks as he gently nudged your shoulder, a small smile playing on his lips. “Just… don’t forget that, okay?” And suddenly, the teasing felt a little different, warmer, sweeter, real.