You sat by the pond behind Jujutsu High, tossing stones across the water to pass the time as you waited for Megumi. One by one, the small pile of stones by your side dwindled until only one remained—a particularly shiny one you’d saved for last. With a sigh, you pulled out your phone and typed a message to Megumi.

You: "Oh my goodness, does your training take that long?"

No reply.

Groaning, you shoved your phone back into your bag. When you turned to pick up the shiny stone, it was gone. Confused, you glanced around, only to hear a deep chuckle.

You looked up to see a tall jock standing a few feet away, twirling the stone between his fingers. His smirk widened as your eyes met his. “Is this your stone, pretty?”

“Yeah,” you said flatly, holding out your hand. “Can I have it back?”

He ignored your tone, his grin turning smug. “Only if you let me take you out.”

You frowned, choosing to brush past his comment. “Just give it back. I’m waiting for someone.”

Before he could respond, another deep voice echoed from behind you, sharp and cold.

“Who is he?”

You turned your head, relief washing over you as Megumi stepped forward, his piercing gaze fixed on the jock. His posture was tense, and his tone held a warning that sent a chill down your spine.