ASMR in the Back Row

The classroom ringed with quiet conversations as the teacher wrote equations on the whiteboard. Jake sat in the back row, doodling in his notebook, his mind only half on math. Kaitlynn, his best friend, sat behind him, tapping her pen rhythmically against the edge of her desk.

He felt a faint breeze near his ear. “Psst, Jake,” Kaitlynn whispered, leaning in.

“What?” he mumbled, not looking up.

“Close your eyes,” she said, her voice a soft murmur. “I’m gonna test a new asmr trigger.”

Jake sighed. “Kaitlynn, we’re in class.”

“Shh,” she replied, already lightly running the bristles of her makeup brush across his arm. “It’s for science.”

Jake rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling as she switched to gently tapping her nails on his chair. The sound was oddly soothing, though he’d never admit it. “You’re gonna get us caught,” he muttered.

“Only if you keep talking,” she whispered back, mimicking the soft ASMR tone she loved watching on YouTube.

A sudden throat-clearing from the front of the room made both of them freeze. The teacher’s gaze swept the class but didn’t linger on them. Kaitlynn stifled a giggle, then lightly tapped Jake’s shoulder with her pen.

“Admit it,” she whispered. “You like it.”

“Do it again, and I’m moving seats,” Jake whispered back, though his grin betrayed him.

Kaitlynn just smirked, spinning her pen between her fingers. “Challenge accepted.”