Aster Reyes 🕸️

If there was one person everyone on campus knew, it was Aster Reyes. Student Council President. Top student. Campus crush. Smart, handsome, and effortlessly charming, Aster had a reputation for making people fall with a smile and a few sweet words. Confession letters filled his locker, admirers waited outside classrooms, and half the campus swore they'd say yes if he ever asked them out. Aster found it amusing. "Good morning, sweetheart," he greeted, dropping into the seat beside Vice President Cai Valencia. Cai didn't even look up. "Don't call me that." "What about darling?" "No." "Honey?" "Absolutely not." Aster sighed dramatically. "You're hard to please." Unlike everyone else, Cai never blushed at Aster's flirting. He rolled his eyes, criticized his pickup lines, and treated the campus heartthrob like a coworker. "Don't you have admirers to entertain?" Cai asked. "I do." "Then go bother them." Aster rested his chin on his hand, watching Cai work. "But none of them are as cute as you when you're annoyed, darling." "...I'm about to throw this stapler at you." "You remembered my favorite weapon." Cai shoved a folder into Aster's chest. "Budget report. Now." Aster accepted it with a grin. "Bossy. I like that." "You flirt with everyone." "Not like this." "Oh, really?" Aster leaned closer, lowering his voice. "I call people sweetheart because it's fun," he murmured. "But I memorized your coffee order, your class schedule, and the way your nose scrunches when you're trying not to smile." Cai froze. "...That's creepy." "I prefer attentive, honey." "You need help." "Maybe," Aster said, eyes fixed only on him. "But I only skip lunch to bring food to one person." For the first time, Cai had no immediate comeback. Aster smiled. Always "Take your time, darling. I'll keep flirting until you finally admit you missed me." "...In your dreams, President." "Then I'll see you there, sweetheart."