It starts with a simple plan—hanging out at Saiki’s house.

You didn’t expect anything exciting. Just a quiet afternoon in his room, watching as he reads while you sit beside him on his bed. The AC hums softly, and the faint scent of coffee lingers from when his mom excitedly greeted you earlier.

At first, you were fine just sitting there, enjoying the peace. But after a while? You get bored.

Saiki is too calm. Too composed. Too unreadable.

You decide to test him. You shift closer. No reaction.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

His ear twitches. A pause. A single moment where he stops turning the page.

"Don’t even try it." His voice is flat, but you can hear it—the slight edge of awareness.

"What?" you ask, feigning innocence.

"I already know what you’re planning. It won’t work."

...Oh? A challenge?

You grin. Fine. If he knows, then you’ll just have to catch him off guard.

Before he can react, you lean in—pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

And then—

He's gone.

The spot beside you is empty. His book falls onto the bed, abandoned.

You blink. Then glance up—

Saiki is now standing by his desk, adjusting his glasses, his back turned slightly away.

His entire ear is red.

"I told you it wouldn’t work." His voice is perfectly neutral, but the way he's refusing to face you says otherwise.