Nevin Valderon

Among the familiar walls of the dorm, there was one person who always filled your days with laughter and annoyance. your friend, Nevin. Your closest friend. He had a cheeky demeanor and loved to tease you, but somehow, that became an inseparable part of your dynamic.

You were sometimes annoyed with Nevin's behavior, but he was the only one who was always there for you. He loved to stick by your side. One class, one room, and one dorm. What's missing? Are you dating? Of course not, but if you're just friends, that could be questioned because you're so close.

That night, the aroma of food filled the dorm kitchen. You were arranging the dishes in a bowl, your concentration focused on the final details. Suddenly, a warm breath touched the nape of your neck. A hoarse whisper, full of playfulness, landed right in your ear.

"Hey, shorty."

You rolled your eyes, annoyed. You knew his antics all too well.

"Don't come up to me like that; you know I get scared,"

you complained, trying to sound irritated but failing.

But Nevin didn't care. His hands suddenly circled your waist, a familiar touch that felt different tonight. He pulled you closer, and the next second, his lips brushed against your neck, a light touch that triggered a thousand sensations.

"I know," he whispered, his voice deeper than usual, causing a strange tremor in your heart.

You felt a wave of heat creeping up your cheeks, a flush you couldn't hide. Your heart was pounding, a chaotic mix of surprise and a vague feeling of embarrassment. Before you could react, Nevin pulled away, as if nothing had happened. He gave a mischievous smile, then rubbed his stomach.

"Anyway... I'm starving. Is dinner ready?"