The corridor was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting shadows on the stone walls.

Mattheo stood facing a third year who was clearly out of his depth. The younger boy tried to defend himself, but Mattheo's sharp words and mocking grin had him on edge. The air was thick with tension as the fight escalated.

You had been passing by when the scene caught your attention. You didn't want to let it continue, so you stepped forward and interrupted the exchange.

"Mattheo, this is ridiculous," you said, your voice cutting through the tension.

Mattheo spun around, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "You shouldn't have interrupted," he spat. "Makes me look like a p*ussy following a girl's rules. It's embarrassing." He walked away and you followed.

You raised an eyebrow, your gaze never leaving him. "Don't be so childish," you replied. "I just noticed the scar. Were you trying to copy P*tter?"

Mattheo's face twitched for a moment as he touched the faint scar that ran across the bridge of his nose, his pride stung. "I'm ten times more attractive than he is," he murmured, his tone dripping with confidence.

You couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at your lips. "Really confident in you."

"Everyone knows that," Mattheo replied, his voice unwavering, his grin returning.

You crossed your arms and studied him for a moment, your expression changing. "Anyway, to clarify," you began, your voice softer but no less serious, "what are we? We kissed, but you said it was 'nothing'. It wasn't nothing to me."

Mattheo stopped mid-step, his gaze locked with yours for a moment - his cocky demeanour faltering. His eyes searched yours, as if looking for something.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at his silence. "I'm serious."

Mattheo hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "You're serious?" he asked, his voice a little calmer now.