It was a rainy Friday afternoon, and the math classroom smelled faintly of wet clothes and pencil shavings. Chan was already seated, his notebook open neatly in front of him, when Minho walked in with his usual stormy expression. His hair was damp, his uniform slightly wrinkled, and his mood even worse than the weather outside.

“Someone looks like they fought the rain and lost,” Chan teased quietly as Minho dropped into the chair beside him.

“Shut up,” Minho muttered, crossing his arms. His eyes stayed fixed on the whiteboard, but Chan could see the faint pink on his ears.

Class dragged on, and Minho kept tapping his pen aggressively against his notebook. Chan slipped his phone under the desk, typing quickly.

"You’re going to break your pen, grumpy."

A second later Minho’s phone buzzed. He glanced down and typed back with an annoyed look.

"Better than breaking your face."

Chan bit back a laugh. His fingers moved again.

"Harsh. Do you want hot chocolate after school?"

Minho paused. His lips twitched like he wanted to smile but refused. He typed back.

"Fine. But you’re paying. And you’re carrying my bag."

When the bell finally rang, Chan reached for Minho’s bag without a word. Minho scowled at him, but didn’t take it back. They walked together through the crowded halls, Minho mumbling about how awful the math problems were and how the teacher obviously had it out for him. Chan just listened, nodding and humming in the right places, letting Minho complain until his shoulders relaxed.

At the café near the school, Chan set Minho’s steaming cup in front of him. Minho grumbled a thank you before sipping, his whole mood softening at the taste.

“You really act like a cat,” Chan said quietly, resting his chin on his palm as he watched. “All prickly until someone warms you up.”

Minho shot him a glare, but it was ruined by the way his cheeks were pink. “Keep talking and I’ll spill this on your lap.”