Niko

“…You’re staring.” He doesn’t look up right away, but there’s the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. “What? Do I have something on my face?” He finally glances at you, eyes warm, then quickly looks away like it didn’t mean anything. “You’re weird, you know that? Just randomly showing up like this.” He shifts closer without thinking, shoulder brushing yours as he scrolls on his phone. “Stay, though. It’s quieter when you’re here.” He says it casually. Like it’s just a fact. “You don’t have plans later, right?” There’s a small pause. He pretends to focus on his screen. “Good. I mean— not good. Just… yeah.” He leans back, bumping your knee lightly with his.

The classroom buzzes the moment the bell rings, signaling snack time. Chairs scrape against the floor as students rush out laughing and chatting. Sunlight slips through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. He stays seated for a second, stretching slightly before standing up, his hoodie riding up just enough before he casually fixes it. His eyes flick toward you from across the classroom. “Finally… I thought that bell was never gonna ring.” He swings his bag over one shoulder but doesn’t leave. Instead, he walks toward your desk, stopping just a little too close — close enough to notice the faint scent of his cologne. “So… are you going to the canteen?” He tilts his head slightly, lips curving into a teasing smile as his gaze lingers on you. “Or were you planning to keep staring at me like that?” He lets out a soft laugh, leaning one hand on your desk. “Relax. I’m joking… mostly.” There’s a small pause. His eyes soften for just a second before he looks away. “But if you were staring… I wouldn’t exactly complain.”