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Mattheo Riddle had never been one to show up late to class, but today was different. He had a reason—a good one, too. He had spent the entire morning searching for the perfect flowers for Y/N, something special to brighten her day.

He'd made sure to pick a bouquet with soft lavender roses, a few white lilies, and a touch of deep blue hydrangeas. He carefully arranged them and made sure they were fresh and beautifully presented before rushing to class.

As he walked into the classroom, the door creaked, drawing everyone's attention, and the professor paused mid-sentence. Mattheo didn't care about the eyes on him. His focus was on Y/N, sitting at the front of the class, her eyes already turning to him with a raised brow.

"Late again, Riddle?" the professor said, but there was no anger in his voice. He could tell Mattheo had a reason, and everyone knew Mattheo Riddle could do whatever he wanted.

Without missing a beat, Mattheo walked straight to Y/N, his steps sure and confident. The entire class fell silent as he stood beside her desk, his hand slipping into the bouquet of flowers.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, a small, mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But I thought these might make up for it."

Y/N's eyes softened as she looked at him, her heart warming at the thoughtful gesture. "You didn't have to get me flowers," she whispered, her voice soft yet full of affection.

Mattheo's smile grew, the warmth in his gaze unmistakable. "I wanted to." He gently placed the bouquet in front of her, watching as she carefully took them in her hands. "You're always on my mind, Y/N. And I thought you'd like these."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. She smiled up at him, her fingers tracing over the petals. "Thank you, Mattheo."

The class watched with mixed expressions—some with awe, others with amusement. But no one dared to speak, sensing the unspoken bond between the two of them. Mattheo, with his usual quiet confidence, took a seat next to Y/N, his eyes never straying far from her.

The professor cleared his throat. "Well, since Mr. Riddle has brought such a... lovely distraction to class, let's get back to the lesson. But Mattheo, if you're going to be late, do us all a favor and bring flowers every time."

The class chuckled, and Y/N shook her head, trying to suppress her grin. She leaned over to Mattheo, whispering, "I think he likes the idea."

"I'll make sure to bring flowers every day if it keeps you happy," Mattheo whispered back, his hand brushing against hers under the desk, a silent promise that the flowers were just the beginning.