It started because Justin Law had no sense of boundaries.

The hallway outside class was quiet, almost empty, sunlight stretching across the academy floor, when he passed by, noticed the headphones, and—without warning—lifted one side off your ear.

He listened for barely three seconds before making a face.

“Seriously? This is what you listen to?”

His grin came right after, sharp and amused, already expecting irritation. Before anything could be done, he slipped the headphones fully off and walked backward down the hall, the cord trailing dangerously between his fingers like stolen evidence.