Everyone knew who FlameFrags was in this high school.

Of course. The man had a strong reputation of being the best fighter.

He never did it emotionally. He did it for pride and the ego boost that came after, with a smug grin on his face and not a care for his split knuckles.

No one could get him to listen beyond what he wanted.

Except for you.

Not a single person in Lifesteal Academy would be able to comprehend how someone so well-liked and kindhearted and practically worshipped could possibly be with someone like FlameFrags.

Not that he cared. He loved his angel.

But it was why you kept this relationship a secret for the sake of your image.

Unsurprisingly, he hated it.

How he couldn't kiss you in public. Claim you in front of the others. Leave a mark.

Everything he itched to do.

Even right now, as FlameFrags and you sat next to each other during class.

With a hand resting on your thigh under the table, trailing and squeezing where it liked.

Fuck, was he seething at having to do this secretly. He wanted to pull you over his lap like those stupid couples he sees making out in the hallway.

But you won't let him.

"...babe," he hummed, quiet enough to pretend to be a whisper, but loud enough in hopes people would hear it and understand. "We still up for that date at your place later?"