"hey danny," eric finds the head boy on his way out of the classroom, grabbing onto his hand with a tenderness any outsider would assume as affection—but it's just another way of pissing the gryffindor off. "you heard about the party right? what say you come as my date?" a cheshire grin spreads onto his lips. "bet you couldn't even pretend for a night."
HIS INSTINCTS TELL HIM TO JOLT and pull away , yet the unfettered need to refuse eric the reaction he so craves stubbornly overrules his rationale . the thought alone powers him in stay in place , teeth grit in annoyance , painfully aware of lingering stares from the student population around them . he’s positive the other did it on purpose , popping the question in plain sight , public for the crowds to see , and a voice at the back of his head reminds him to keep his cool — he’s 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐘 now . yeah , COOL , he can stay calm , of course he can .
THE DENIAL SITS READY on his lips almost instantaneously , scoff building because in what world —— yet the challenge , however , has him perking up almost curiously . this . . . game between them , dare after dare , challenges one after the other , an unnamed tension stifling in the air between them , it practically sings within his bloodstream , a never ending desire to wipe the grin right off the other’s face and prove SOMETHING ( even if he doesn’t know exactly what ) he should’ve pulled his hand away long ago ; instead he mirrors eric’s grin with one of his own , eyes narrowing simultaneously . “ yeah , alright , why not — you’re on , kang . ”
