" TEASE ME' PLEASE ME "
The morning sun spilled into the university hall as Raffy and I walked in, dragging our tired selves from the whirlwind of late-night project work. The results were being announced, and my stomach fluttered nervously.
"Raffy\&Wateen's project… first position!" the professor called.
Cheers erupted around us. I looked at Raffy, expecting a proud smile… only for him to smirk and mutter loudly enough for me to hear:
"Wow… guess I carried us again."
I blinked, stunned. "Excuse me?" I hissed, elbowing him sharply.
He just raised an eyebrow and grinned, clearly enjoying my irritation.
Back home, I collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted, and immediately drifted into a nap. Raffy, apparently up earlier than me, quietly crept around the room. When I woke, i went to bathroom to wash my face. I saw my face in the mirror. There were noodles crawling on it.
"Youuuu!" I screamed, spotting him leaning against the doorway, barely holding back laughter.
"What? You looked too peaceful… I couldn't resist," he said, grinning mischievously.
I bolted to the mirror, gasping. "Raffy! You are dead!" I ran towards him.
Without warning, I jumped onto the sofa, snatched his phone, and held it over my head. "Out the window it goes if I don't draw on your face!"
He groaned, rolling his eyes, but I caught the tiny twitch of a smile at the corners of his lips. Just then, his phone rang—it was a group video call. Raffy froze, suddenly quiet, while I answered, waving and teasing him in front of our friends. Moments ago, we had been fully immersed in immature chaos, and now, with friends on screen, his "mature sigma" side reappeared like magic.
The call ended. He reclaimed his phone, slipping effortlessly back into his cold personality and said "Dont-mess-with-me" . He sat back on sofa, i sat near him.
"Movie?" I asked softly.
He: "No."
"Pleeease?"
He: "No."
I was about to get up in frustration when he finally smirked. "Taking pity on you… but make noodles for me."
"Fine! Noodles for us," I said, grinning. "Done. But you go get a blanket and buy chips from the market too."
He disappeared, returning after five minutes. I had already chosen the movie, noodles steaming on the table. Raffy switched off the lights, leaving only the TV's dim glow. Shadows danced across the walls, the room cozy, intimate, perfect for chaos.
Without a word, he crawled into the blanket I had laid out, half-lying on the sofa. I hesitated for a second—then joined him, sitting beside him. He started the movie while opening the chips packet casually, half-lying but completely relaxed.
We ate noodles quietly at first, slurping and crunching, occasionally tossing playful insults at each other.
"You know, your technique for noodles is horrible," he said, picking up a strand that had slipped.
"Shut up! Yours is worse—you slurp like a cow!" I shot back.
He snorted, and I laughed, almost choking on my noodles. Chips went flying, laughter erupted, and the blanket became a tangled mess of arms and legs.
Then came the emotional scene. Tears pricked my eyes, and I couldn't stop them. Raffy leaned back, smirking and whispering:
"Really? You're crying at *this*?"
I glared, sniffling. "Shut up."
He nudged me playfully but didn't tease too harshly this time. For a moment, the playful chaos melted into quiet warmth.
The movie ended. I glanced at him—and he was already asleep. My heart froze for a moment. I stared for twenty minutes, careful not to breathe too loudly. Slowly, I picked up my phone, taking pictures of him alone, then a few with me leaning beside him. I chuckled quietly, the sound barely leaving my lips.
He stirred, light as ever. "What?" he murmured, half-awake.
I just smiled, shrugging, and turned the music on. Soon, we were listening to songs together, him judging my taste, me teasing his. We laughed, argued over lyrics, and for the first time in a long while, the chaos, teasing, and little fights melted into something soft, warm… effortless.
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