The atmosphere was quiet and cozy. Apart from his occasional murmuring and complaints about how easy the math equation was.

You, on the other hand, were on the other side of the table. Painting your nails black. You looked up at him, noticing how his left hand was sitting ideally on the pile of math papers. You wouldn’t dare. Would you.?

You softly cup his hand. His eyes snapping at you, those beautiful yet dangerous Ruby eyes of his.

“What the fuck, nerd.?”, He yanks his hand back and settles it down again. Glaring at you before resuming his homework. You roll your eyes.

Would you be so persistent and daring to grab his hand and paint his nails.? Or continue adding on to the silence of the room and resume painting your own.?