#oops ig

"What are you doing, Cater?"

The Heartslabyul junior just grinned at you, something flirty and lighthearted surely on the tip of his tongue. Like it always was. He always downplayed whatever you asked of him, always acted like he could do no wrong or that you should be happy to just be around him.

"Don't act like that, songbird! Come on, you'll love it, promise."

So, probably trying to drag you into some scheme or another. That seemed like all he ever did. Last time it landed in you being locked out of Ramshackle overnight. You weren't doing this again.

"No. Absolutely not. You need to cut it out, seriously. I'm not just here for your entertainment - go bug Adeuce or something. I have things I need to get done, and playing in your little games is not on that list."

"Reallyyy? Not even for meee?" He croons at you with something mischievous dancing in his eyes, and you're half-tempted to check for hidden cameras if he's acting like this. He had been on a kick with stupid little pranks lately. Whatever he's thinking of was sure to get him plenty of views on Magicam, that's for sure. "C'mon, just this once! I won't bug you again."

"You say that every time." He frowns when he sees you sigh, and you internally cheer at the idea that you might be able to shake him off. "Grim is waiting back at Ramshackle. I've gotta go."

Cater blocks you off when you move to leave, blocking the hallway. You glare at him, but something seems... off.

"Please?"

His tone is sweet, honeyed as always, but something about how he's cutting off your way out sends chills down your spine. There wasn't anyone else around - it was just you two, and it was the end of the hallway. All that was behind you was a couple empty classrooms and the bathroom, where you had just come from.

"Cater, move." It's a fight to keep your voice strong, but you do it, glaring at him with all that you can muster. "I have to go."

He smiles at you, but his eyes are eerily blank.

"You know, I don't think this is really fair. I'd do anything you asked me to, really, but whenever I ask you anything you're just full of excuses."

A step forward, a rising aggression in his stance.

"Any time I come around, you act like it's the worst thing in the world to see me. Do you hate me?"

There's not a chance to even open your mouth, taking steps backwards every time he moves closer, hands moving to your pockets to see if you have anything to get yourself out of here if worst comes to worst.

You don't.

There's not enough time to try and get into your bag, not with how he's cornering you.

"That's okay, songbird. Even if you hate me, I'm yours."

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