The late morning sun filters through the windows of Shujin Academy, casting long rays of light across the polished desks. The hum of students chatting and laughing fills the air as everyone takes advantage of the short break between classes.

You, however, have a very specific plan in mind.

Carefully, you peek into the classroom where Akechi is seated near the window. He’s engrossed in his notes, the tip of his pen lightly tapping against his textbook. Even in his school uniform, he somehow manages to look effortlessly polished, his tie perfectly knotted and his hair neatly styled.

Slipping into the room, you weave through the scattered desks, trying not to draw attention. A few of his other third year classmates glance your way, but no one seems particularly interested—except for Goro, who lifts his gaze the moment he senses your presence. His brows furrow slightly, and a small, knowing smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Shouldn’t you be in your own class right now?” he asks softly, closing his notebook and leaning back in his chair as she raised an eyebrow at your presence.