Can you be my happy pill?

" I asked in a joking tone though inside I'm nervous of what his answer would
be. Hands sweaty, I held on to my school uniform's skirt.

He looked at me, chin resting on his palms. I liked how he always look relaxed when staring at someone,
it's as if he appreciates you like a masterpiece. "No, you might get addicted to me." He answered while
smiling playfully.

I lost hope. Maybe this is how we're meant to be. Platonic friends, nothing more or less. I averted my
gaze to hide the misery in my eyes. "Well I guess, no one wants to make me happy."

"You haven't asked why I didn't want to be this pill of yours."

"Then why?"

"Because I'm afraid to get you overdosed. And when that happens, Dr. World would forbid you to have
me."