bad boy jeno who goes to school with leather jackets and rings covering his hands. the type to date someone for two days before dropping them—an player, an asshole. what he doesn’t know is the reason you offer him a smile whenever you make eye contact is because of that one time you saw him playing with the stray cats in your neighborhood.
crouched, hand outstretched, offering for the cats to come closer, and they did, with no concerns, blinding trusting jeno despite running away from everyone else.
it could’ve been nothing, but you couldn't look away, surprised to see jeno—of all people—being the softest person ever.
the person who got into fights because someone looked at him wrong, the kid at school who entered late just to disrupt class.
every time you smile at him it catches him off guard, and he’ll blink stupidly for a second, before shaking his head and looking away.
doing his best to ignore the heat creeping up his neck.
maybe the cats will have some answers to why you act weird around him.
