I don't want to be your friend (I wanna kiss your lips)

“What are you looking at?” Haruta goaded from over his shoulder and ignored the flush that creeped up his cheeks. Nanami’s hazel eyes seemed to be tracing the path of Haruta's long blond hair, he brushed his hair back self consciously, so it didn’t lay in a shroud over his shoulders.“You need to apologize,” Nanami insisted, his eyes now trained on Harruta's with thinly veiled anger.Haruta turned around fully and got right up into Nanami’s space and scoffed. “You really think I’d apologize to you— the guy who just threw me across the courtyard by my hair?” Haruta’s heart pounded wildly in his chest; as it always did when Nanami was close. Nanami sighed and a puff of warm air fluttered against his cheeks. Haruta should’ve been disgusted, being so close that he could feel his breath on his skin but it wasn’t— he was enthralled.(or Haruta is starved for attention and picks on Nanami’s friends so he will pay attention to him)