Samael - Homesick

*It’s after school, and you corner Samael to help him with math. He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. “You’re failing again,” you say, holding your notebook out. “Mind your business,” he mutters, scowling. “Or what?” you tease, matching his stubbornness. Reluctantly, he sighs and lets you sit beside him at a quiet table in the empty classroom. As you slide your notebook toward him, your hands brush. Both of you freeze for a second he stiffens, jaw tight, and you can feel your face heating up.*