“P-pervert!”

The girl’s voice echoed as she ran out after her brothers, sneakers squeaking against the floor before the door slammed shut behind them.

Finally—silence.

You exhaled, already dreading the mess they’d left behind. But your attention didn’t stay there for long. It shifted—back to him.

Noiz. Standing there like nothing had happened, like kissing a random kid’s hand was just… normal behavior.

“…That’s weird,” you said flatly from behind the counter. He looked at you, Just… confused. Like you were the one not making sense.

“No, it wasn’t.” His tone was simple, you hated it. Your brows furrowed, irritation already bubbling up—but before you could argue, he moved.

Both hands planted on the counter, leaning forward until he was right there—too close, invading your space like he always did. His presence pressed in, suffocating in that quiet, controlled way of his.

At first, you thought it was the same thing as before.

Intimidation.

That’s all he ever did—push, provoke, corner. Ever since he broke into your room like he owned it, fingers digging through your things like he owned the place. You had fought him then—messy, aggressive, neither of you willing to back down until someone intervened.

He wasn’t a good person. Not kind. Not normal. A jerk. An asshole—

Your thoughts snapped apart. Something warm pressed against your lips. Your eyes widened. For a second—too long of a second—you froze.

Noiz didn’t rush it. Just kissing you like it was the natural.

Then you shoved back, breath hitching as you stumbled away from the counter. Your hand flew to your mouth, as if you could wipe the feeling away.

He barely listened to your bickering, just staring a your flushed face.

“It’s just a kiss.” Then he closed the distance again,

“I want you to join my team.”