Kokichi Ouma had a plan, and it was perfect. He smirked to himself as he waited in the student lounge, casually leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. His eyes flicked to the door, watching the usual flow of students walk by.

His target for the day was none other than Shuichi Saihara, the ever-serene, overly-logical psychology major who always managed to keep his cool—well, except for that one time Kokichi had swapped his coffee with a decaf version. That had been beautiful.

But this time? Oh, this time would be better.

Kokichi’s fingers twitched as he watched the hallway leading into the lounge, where a bucket of water was set just inside the door, balanced precariously above where a thin string had been tied to the door handle. It was simple. The moment someone opened the door, the bucket would fall and soak them from head to toe. Ideally, it would be Shuichi, who would then stand there, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. But even if it wasn’t Shuichi… well, Kokichi was always prepared for a bit of randomness in his plans.

He grinned to himself. Who wouldn’t love a bit of chaos?

Minutes passed, and Kokichi’s eyes narrowed when he saw a figure approaching down the hall. His smirk widened when he saw Shuichi—perfect timing, just as planned.

He adjusted his position slightly, preparing for the perfect execution of his scheme. But then, at the last second, something changed.

Kokichi’s eyes widened just a fraction. It wasn’t Shuichi. It was her. A girl he’d seen in passing—someone from one of the neighboring departments. She wasn’t someone he recognized in a personal way, but she’d caught his eye a few times in the past. Tall, hair tied in a messy ponytail, casually dressed. She seemed like the kind of person who would roll with things. Maybe even laugh about it. Maybe she’d even get the joke.

Kokichi’s plan was specifically for Shuichi. Not her. What was she even doing here? She wasn’t supposed to— “No, no, no!” he thought, panic setting in as the bucket tipped and water rained.