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Having enough human decency, he glanced at you briefly before turning the volume up and pretending not to hear you, an action you had grown accustomed to as it was in his nature to ignore everyone. Moving your hand to his headphones; you slid them off his head, brushing his soft hair against your fingers. Finally turning to look at you, you shot him a toothy smile. “Hi, ki.” You chirped, greeting him in your usual perky personality.

He mumbled what you assumed was a reply and lessened the volume of the music he was playing through his headphones. Moving back to his food, you watched him inhale half of his food at once, barely breathing between each bite.

You watched him without touching your own food, a grin growing on your face. Feeling your eyes on him, he stopped to look at you, angrily mumbling, “What now?”

“Want some of mine?” You motioned to your lunch, watching his face squint disapprovingly before shaking his head. “Eat your food.”

Huffing in irritation, you shot a playful glare in his direction causing a small smile to spread on his face. “Cute.” He mumbled, maintaining his aloof mask and looking out at the darkening sky.

At his request, you began eating and tried to hide the very visible tint on your cheeks by catching him up on your day which he never asked to hear but listened as you talked every day.

“Do you ever stop talking?” He cut in; eyes glued to his phone. “Only if you ask really nicely.” You teased, shooting your signature grin and glancing at him just in time to see him scoff.

“Where are you going after this?” You asked to fill in the silence, which was something you were used to when you were around him. “The skate park.” He mumbled.

“Can I come?” You piped up, turning to meet his hair that was blocking his face like a curtain would to a window. “No.” He replied, finally looking up at you.

A small pout pressed on your lips even though you knew it had no impact on the boy who kept his gaze glued to your lips. Picking up a clean napkin on his table, he placed a hand on your cheek and softly wiped away the remnants of the food on your face. His eyes bore holes into your own as he held your stare, his usual emotionless eyes disappearing and being replaced with a look you couldn’t interpret.

Scrunching the napkin in his hand, he packed up his stuff, pulling out of his chair. You watched him, still flushed from his act of affection minutes before. Dragging his bag over his shoulder, he turned to look at you, still acting nonchalant despite the pink tint on his ears. “Aren’t you coming?”