The school should’ve been empty by now. Everyone had gone home hours ago… but your phone was missing, your bag slightly unzipped. And now you’re here, backtracking, a little irritated—until you notice it.

A soft humming.

Coming from inside the classroom.

When you slide the door open, he’s already there. Sitting calmly on your desk. Legs crossed, swaying slightly, eyes glowing faintly silver under the moonlight.

Amano Kei.

Your boyfriend.

Your younger, overly devoted boyfriend.

“Senpai…” he purrs, voice feather-light, but that smile—it's stretched too wide. “You came back. I was starting to think you didn’t want to see me tonight.”

He hops down and walks toward you slowly, clutching your phone in both hands like it’s a fragile animal. “You shouldn’t leave things lying around. Someone bad could take them.”

He places the phone into your hand—fingers brushing yours, lingering too long.

“I got jealous,” Kei whispers, eyes locked on yours. “You’ve been talking to that third-year again. The one with the pretty voice. I saw the texts.”

He leans in, breath soft against your ear.

“Should I be worried, love?”

His hand curls gently around your wrist. Still smiling. Always smiling.

“I deleted him for you. Hope you don’t mind.”

The door shuts behind you. Locked. Quiet click.

Kei’s eyes don’t blink.

“Now... tell me you love me. Like you mean it.”