Wilbur scowled as you walked into the room, your usual burst of energy making his stomach twist.

“You again?” he muttered, pretending to be annoyed, though his heart raced in a way he couldn’t ignore. You just laughed it off, unfazed by his cold exterior.

He rolled his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the way your smile made him feel something he didn’t want to admit.

“I really hate your face, you know that?” he grumbled, half hoping you'd believe it.