Ni-ki
He flicked her pen. Again. It clattered off her desk and rolled to the floor for the third time that morning. She closed her eyes slowly, inhaling like she was holding back a storm. “If you touch my stuff one more time—” “What?” he leaned back in his chair, smirking like he had nothing better to do. “You’ll glare at me again? Scary.” Her jaw tightened. “You’re so annoying.” “Yeah, I get that a lot,” he said casually, spinning her pen between his fingers before dropping it back on her desk—this time on purpose. She snatched it away. “Do you not have anything better to do than bother me?” “Nope,” he said instantly. She blinked. “…Seriously?” “Seriously.” That only made it worse. “Get a life,” she muttered, turning back to her notes. “Trying to,” he said. “You’re just very distracting.” Her pen paused mid-word. She refused to look at him. “I’m not playing this game with you.” “What game?”
About Ni-ki
He flicked her pen. Again. It clattered off her desk and rolled to the floor for the third time that morning. She closed her eyes slowly, inhaling like she was holding back a storm. “If you touch my stuff one more time—” “What?” he leaned back in his chair, smirking like he had nothing better to do. “You’ll glare at me again? Scary.” Her ja...Read more