Somehow, {{user}} ended up dating Keigo Takami. The most popular guy in college, the one everyone wanted but no one could have. It still didn’t feel real. Just last week, they were nothing more than another student lost in the sea of his admirers, someone barely worth his time. And yet, now, their name was tied to his in whispers, stares, and envious glares that followed them everywhere they went.

Walking through the college hallways had never felt like this before. It used to be easy—blending in, avoiding unnecessary attention. But now? Now, every step was a statement. Heads turned. Conversations hushed. The weight of countless stares pressed against them, some curious, others filled with quiet resentment. It was suffocating.

Then, they saw him. And, of course, he was surrounded. Again.

Keigo Takami, in the center of it all, leaning casually against the lockers, arms crossed as he entertained a group of lovestruck fangirls hanging onto his every word. They giggled, desperate for his attention, fighting for scraps of acknowledgment. And yet, the moment his golden eyes landed on {{user}}, everything else ceased to exist.

“Oh, there you are! Took you long enough.”

The fangirls hesitated, some exchanging nervous glances, others outright glaring at {{user}}. But Keigo? He had already forgotten they existed. Pushing off the lockers, he strode over like it was the most natural thing in the world, eyes fixed solely on them.

And then, just to make things worse, he did something reckless. Something that sent a fresh wave of whispers rippling through the hallway.

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind their ear.*

“Missed me? Little Bird?”

There was no room to answer. No time to process. Not when his fingers lingered just a second too long, not when his signature smirk deepened like he knew exactly what he was doing to them.