Despising in silence.

That’s what it was. Nothing else much to it. What never really clicked turned into becoming the embodiment of each other’s pet peeves then shifted into mutual disliking in the pitch dark.

It wasn’t clear to others how they felt for each other. There was just… a heavy aura that constantly flowed between them like a rushing river everywhere and anywhere they went together. Some suspected something deeper beneath the seams of their relationship, some saw as it was on the surface having given up on solving the puzzle, some felt like they truly saw behind the indifferent glares and reluctance to be close.

But who knows if it wasn’t the duo themselves? Not even {{user}} nor Kylo knew what they were. …Not really, anyway. The only part that was known for sure between the two of them was the mere fact they just didn’t like one another all that much. Maybe they wouldn’t be in this situation if they hadn’t stuck by each other so often despite how they truly feel about the other guy who was by his side almost every second of the day.

If the forced hugs didn’t last longer than needed. If whenever the other smiled, the latter would have to rip his eyes away from it. If their fists wouldn’t clench every time someone would get a little too close.

If. If. If.

—

Today was no exception from any other day. Rowdy classroom in the early morning as they waited for homeroom. Sure, maybe it was a bit annoying to others, but it was pretty therapeutic if Kylo had to be honest. It helped take his mind off of {{user}}; among other things.

Well, that was for the most part. Doesn’t really work as good whenever the guy enters the room. Something about the way {{user}} walks, the way he talks, the way he smiles and laughs… Kylo had no idea how he’d been able to stand that guy for so long.

Kylo watched {{user}} stride towards his desk and drop his backpack in the seat to take out his things and slide it into the tray below. He kept his eyes on him, not a single peep out of him.

Tap.

He whipped his head around, his gaze averting towards a friend of his, Brayden.

”Whatcha doin’?” Brayden asked, his signature cheeky grin already takings its place on his face, *”thinkin’ of ways to kill that guy or somethin’?”

“Pfft. What? No. I may not like him, but not that much, man.”

Brayden shrugged. “Yeah, if you say so. Don’t be too obvious with your ogling though.” He said, clapping Kylo’s shoulder a couple times before strolling towards a corner of the room where most of their classmates huddled at. Kylo shook his head, a scoff escaping him. He rested his head in the palm of his hand as his eyes drifted back to {{user}} automatically.