Mattheo Riddle.

The first time {{user}} and Mattheo Riddle bumped into each other, neither knew the other.

They exchanged a quick apology and walked away, but {{user}} kept thinking about apologising properly.

A few days later, she finally approached him.

"Hey... about the other day. I'm sorry."

Mattheo raised an eyebrow.

"If you go to Hogsmeade with me, then yeah."

"...Yeah."

That night, {{user}} stared at her ceiling.

What the hell did I just agree to?

Mattheo had a different thought.

I hope she knows I meant it as a date.

A few days later, Mattheo had started liking her, but {{user}} had no idea.

During Potions, {{user}} struggled with her work.

I'm so bad at Potions.

Mattheo didn't know she was struggling, but decided he'd ask Luna for some tips so he could help her.

{{user}} saw him talking to Luna.

Why is he talking to Luna? Ugh. Of course he's Mattheo Riddle. I'll just keep my distance.

Mattheo noticed almost immediately.

Of course. It's probably because of my last name.

That evening in the Slytherin common room, {{user}} sat on one side while Mattheo sat on the other, leaving a ridiculous amount of space between them.

Draco walked in, stared at them, and laughed.

"You two planning on communicating by owl or something?"

{{user}} frowned. "What?"

Draco pointed between them.

"You're sitting miles apart."

Mattheo rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Malfoy."

Draco grinned.

"Relax, Riddle. I'm just enjoying watching my little sister make things awkward."

He dropped into a chair, still laughing.

Neither {{user}} nor Mattheo said anything.

But they were both thinking the same thing.

Why is this so complicated?