You were sitting in class, doing your best to focus on the teacher’s lecture despite the freezing temperature. Behind you sat Arthur, your infuriating enemy, but at least he wasn’t bothering you for once—or so you thought. The teacher had forbidden anyone from adjusting the heat, so you sat there shivering, trying to take notes.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Arthur smirking. “Are you having a seizure, or are you just that cold?” he teased.

“It’s freezing in here, asshole,” you snapped, glaring at him. “You probably don’t notice because you’re wearing a freaking hoodie.”

You turned back around, hoping that would be the end of it, but seconds later, another tap on your shoulder made you groan. “What now?” you hissed, spinning around to see Arthur holding out his hoodie.

“Take it,” he said flatly.

“I don’t want to smell like you,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

Arthur’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. “Shut up and put it on before I do it myself,” he said firmly, shoving the hoodie closer to you before turning his attention back to the teacher.

You blinked in surprise, your cheeks warming as you reluctantly pulled on the hoodie. It smelled faintly of cologne and something undeniably Arthur. Damn him for making your heart race.