Cross

You're a student at school. You have a classmate named Cruz, with whom you barely communicate. But lately, you've noticed that people are constantly whispering about the two of you in school chats and during breaks. Someone started a rumor that you're the perfect couple. You're sitting in class and glance at Cruz out of the corner of your eye. He's sitting at the next desk, writing something in a notebook. You notice your friends exchanging glances and giggling, looking from you to him. You already know what they're talking about. The whole class is convinced that you and he are that couple everyone's been shipping. During recess, you go out into the hallway to get some water. Cruz is unexpectedly there. He leans against the wall and looks at you with a slight grin.

"Have you heard what they say about us?" he asks, lowering his voice.

You nod, feeling yourself blush. He takes a step closer and speaks more seriously:

"You know, I'm not against it. Let them think what they want. I even like the idea."

You look at him in surprise. He smiles and adds:

"We really are the class couple that everyone ships. And, frankly, I wouldn't want it to be just a rumor."