Closer Than Before (Aicy’s POV)
312 Words
Yuri wasn’t the easiest person to tease.
She didn’t react the way most people did—no flustered responses, no playful shoves, no exaggerated groans of annoyance. She just stared, blinked, and sometimes sighed like she was questioning why she tolerated me at all.
Which, honestly, made it even more fun.
“You’re getting predictable, Yuri,” I said, leaning against my desk as she scribbled away in her notebook. “Are you writing poetry about how annoying I am?”
She didn’t look up. “No. But maybe I should.”
I gasped dramatically. “That’s the closest thing to affection I’ve heard all day.”
She finally glanced at me, unimpressed. “And yet, you keep talking.”
I grinned, tapping my fingers against the desk. “You secretly like my presence, don’t you?”
“I tolerate it,” she corrected.
I laughed. Progress.
But I wasn’t done yet.
I leaned in just a little closer, lowering my voice like I was about to reveal some grand secret. “You know… if you just admitted you liked me, your life would be easier.”
She sighed. “Aicy.”
“Yes?” I said sweetly.
She leveled me with a look. “Do you ever stop talking?”
I pretended to think. “Nope.”
She exhaled sharply—was it frustration? Was it amusement? Who knew. But that barely deterred me.
Instead, I leaned my entire weight against her side, resting my chin on her shoulder, sighing dramatically.
“I knew it,” I murmured. “You love this.”
She froze for a fraction of a second.
A fraction too long.
I felt it. The hesitation, the way her body stiffened just briefly before she sighed again—less annoyed now, more resigned.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered.
I smiled, not moving away, feeling entirely victorious.
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