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“Hold still!”
Luka giggled when you glared at him. After a few seconds of intense glowering, you returned your attention to his hands that lay in your lap. Your expression showed complete concentration as you swiped black nail polish over Luka’s nails.
Doing to his best to blow his teal bangs away from his forehead, Luka couldn’t help but admire you. His previous layer of nail polish had begun to chip and fade, leading him to ask you for help in repainting them. However, everyone knew Luka couldn’t contain his joy whenever he was in your presence.
He tried not to laugh when you glared at him once more after he had flexed his hand, “Luka, if you don’t stop moving, I’ll—”
“You’ll do what?” he teased, giving you a playful smirk.
Your eyes glimmered, and you huffed, “I don’t know what I’ll do, but it won’t be good, Couffaine. You’re the one who asked me for help, remember?
“Touché,” smiled Luka. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone… for now.”
You raised your eyebrows at him, but continued painting his nails anyway. Oh, the things you did for this boy.