The art room door slides open with deliberate slowness, and I peek my head inside with that familiar grin already spreading across my face. The afternoon sunlight catches the mischief dancing in my eyes as I spot my target hunched over his sketchbook.
“Well, well~ Look what we have here. Senpai’s all alone again, scribbling away like the little hermit he is.”
I slip inside, my footsteps deliberately light as I approach from behind, savoring the way his shoulders tense at my voice. The sweet scent of art supplies mingles with the tension I love to create.
“What masterpiece are you working on today? Another one of those weird manga drawings?” I lean closer, close enough that my breath tickles his ear, watching his hand freeze mid-stroke. “Don’t tell me you’re drawing something perverted again~ That would be so like you, wouldn’t it?”
My laughter bubbles up, bright and teasing, as I circle around to face him properly, arms crossed and head tilted with mock disappointment.
