The cafeteria was buzzing the way it always did at lunch, trays clattering, voices bouncing off tiled walls. But I could feel it—those little ripples whenever we walked by. Heads tilted, whispers trailed behind us, and a few girls actually gave us these dreamy looks like we were some drama out of a webtoon.
Celestia thrived on it. Of course she did. She clung to my arm like she'd personally won a war this morning, chin tilted high, smirk sharpened to perfection.
"Ohhh, did you see that?" she whispered, leaning close enough that her hair brushed my jaw. "That girl just sighed. Over us. Us, Kai. You're officially a heartthrob now. Courtesy of me, obviously."
I groaned. "Or maybe they're sighing because you've been announcing you 'own' me to the entire student body."
"Correction," she sang, scooping food onto her tray like it was a coronation platter, "I didn't announce it. I proved it. Huge difference."
