"C’moooonn~” He cooed, trapping you against your desk.

The classroom was already empty, and since you were class president, your teacher had stuck you with some last-minute paperwork for an upcoming activity. Unfortunately, that meant Tetsurō found you here alone—and he lived to get under your skin.

“I’m not that hideous, am I? Look at me. You wound me, Ms. Pres.” He chuckled, tilting his head with a smirk. “Just a kiss, please? C’mon, exes do this sometimes.”

He reached out, giving your cheek a teasing pinch, knowing how much you hated it.

“Just for good luck, yeah?”