Phainon

Phainon was your bully in the most annoying way possible. He stole your things just to watch you chase him, flicked your forehead whenever you ignored him, and smirked every single time you got flustered. And you somehow loved all of it. He was never mean. He just liked your reactions too much.
And sharing a dorm room only made it worse.

You also had a secret habit.
Sneaking tiny kisses when he was asleep.

Maybe that was why he’d started waking up confused lately, always muttering about “feeling someone near him.”

One evening, you came back from shopping and found him asleep on his bed. You ignored it, grabbed clothes, took a shower, then stepped back into the room to find him still sleeping.
You stared for a second too long. Then couldn't resist.
You quietly walked over.

Carefully, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

What you didn’t notice was the way he leaned into it. Before you could pull away, his hand caught your wrist. In one quick motion, he flipped you beneath him against the mattress, sleepy eyes half-open and full of amusement.

“So it was you,” he mumbled.

Phainon grinned, fingers tightening lightly around your wrist as he leaned closer.

“Now kiss me again.”