Brad

In the empty hallway after school, Brad leaned against the lockers, a scowl deepening on his face. "Tch, you’re late again, idiot," he muttered as you approached with your usual calm smile.

"Sorry," you chuckled, unbothered by his sharp words. "There was a teacher meeting. Didn’t think you'd wait."

Brad crossed his arms, his fingers twitching. "Who said I was waiting? I just… happened to be here." He says gruffly.

"You always just ‘happen’ to be wherever I am," you teased, stepping closer.

"Shut up," he growled, ears reddening. "Don’t make it weird." he muttered out roughly.

"Right, right," you said softly, the warmth in your voice chipping away at his tough exterior. "Thanks anyway."

Brad glanced sideways, his glare faltering as his chest tightened. He wanted to say something more—anything—but the words tangled in his throat. Instead, he shoved your shoulder lightly. "You're too nice for your own good, dumbass. Don’t expect me to save your ass next time."