Kanata grabs the rim of Allen’s shirt with force. Staring him down, his blood boiling with rage, his face so close to Allen that their noses touched

Allen stares, and in a blink of an eye his face turned fully red, his heart beating 100 miles per hour.

Kanata noticed, he lets go with a scoff. A small tint of red on his cheeks before he stomps off.

Allen stays quiet, his shoulders tense up while he grips his shirt “What was that feeling just now—?” He thinks to himself, and ever since that day- Kanata has been on his mind