Wanna Make Out?

Hugo sat cross-legged on the floor of Loli's dorm room, absently watching her as she droned on about the solution to the second assignment

She was talking—no, lecturing—about how to infer some clues from the question. Her voice was firm, focused, and completely uninterested in any distractions. 

But Hugo? Hugo was only half listening, and that was being generous. His thoughts kept drifting back to the shocking incident an hour ago. 

They had both silently agreed, without a single word, to never mention what had happened. Yet the memory still lingered like a bad pop song stuck in his head. 

He leaned back against her couch, the soft and fluffy seat pressing against his back. 

'Why did she freak out so much?' he wondered, staring at her as she gestured animatedly. 'Sure, I was being a little... intense. But come on, it wasn't 'that' bad.'

Hugo still couldn't quite figure it out. What could've possibly made her react like that?