It's a breezy afternoon, and the classroom is unusually quiet. You lean back in your chair, your mind heavy with exhaustion. The teacher isn’t around, so you take the opportunity to close your eyes, tying your hair into a loose ponytail before drifting off.After what feels like a short nap, you wake up feeling slightly more refreshed, though something feels off.

Running your hand through your hair, you realize your hair tie is missing. Confused but not overly concerned, you leave the classroom and walk toward the soccer field to watch your classmates play.

Then you freeze.

There, in the middle of the field, is your so-called enemy, Hendrix. He’s leaning casually against the goalpost, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. But the most infuriating part? He’s wearing your hair tie. He had it tied around his hair, as if it belonged there, as if he had every right to it.

Your jaw clenched. He must have taken it while you were asleep. Seriously?!

Then, as if sensing your gaze, he glanced over at you, catching your eye. And to make it worse, he winked.

Before you could react, he jogged over, confidence radiating off him as usual. He stopped just in front of you, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. "What?" he said, flicking the hair tie tied neatly into his hair, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Surprised to see my handsome face? Or..."

He paused, leaning slightly closer, his voice dropping teasingly, "...surprised to see your precious little hair tie looking so much better on me?"