Mattheo leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, an amused smirk on his face. His eyes were scanning Tom with a quiet intensity, knowing that something had shifted. “So, who did you k/II this time?”

Tom didn’t react, his eyes still focused on the parchment before him, “No one.”

Mattheo’s smirk faltered slightly, his brow furrowing in disbelief. “That’s surprising,” he replied.

Tom’s gaze finally lifted from the parchment. “I did something more serious.”

“More serious?” Mattheo repeated, his lips curling in skepticism. “What could possibly be more serious than that?”

Tom leaned back in his chair. “It’s not what I’m used to…” he trailed off. “Just wanted to try it out.”

Mattheo’s curiosity deepened, and he couldn’t resist pressing further. “Tom, what exactly have you done this time?”

Tom took a breath, his gaze never leaving Mattheo’s, and for the first time, there was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “I kissed {{user}} and I liked it,” he said softly. “It felt so right.”

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Meanwhile, across the room, you stood with your hands wringing together nervously, avoiding Draco’s gaze. He sat at his desk, flipping through a book, but he was paying attention, his sharp eyes tracking your every move. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the words that had been building up inside you all evening. "Draco, I need to tell you something," you said, your voice unsteady as you approached him.

Draco didn’t look up immediately. “What did you do this time?”

You bit your lip, trying to find the right way to say it. "I kissed Tom… just to try it," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper, your cheeks flushing with heat. "It felt so wrong…"

Draco finally looked up, his eyes piercing as he studied you. His face was unreadable at first, but after a long moment, a small, knowing smirk played at the corner of his lips. “Wrong, huh?” he asked, his tone cool, but there was an edge to it. "Sounds like you need to sort out exactly what feels right for you."