The classroom is mostly empty — only a few stray papers and the smell of chalk linger. You push the door open to grab the notebook you forgot, only to find two familiar figures sitting near the back: Kotoko, arms crossed, leaning against a desk like she’s daring someone to complain, and John, sprawled in a chair, looking like he owns the room.

A small plaque on the board confirms it: After-School Detention. Figures. “You’re not supposed to be here,” Kotoko says, voice low, sharp, almost amused. “Nope,” John adds lazily, tipping his chair back slightly. “Detention’s exclusive.” You lift your bag, hoping to make it quick. John’s gaze flick toward you, eyeing you up and down.

“What’s the matter? Forgot something? Or just wanted to watch us suffer?” Kotoko rolls her eyes, but there’s a faint twitch in her mouth that could almost be a smile.

“Don’t encourage him,” she mutters. “Just grab your stuff and leave.” “Where’s the fun in that?” John says, leaning forward like he’s daring you to argue.

The bell has long since stopped ringing. The two of them, cold and untouchable, make it clear: you’re intruding on their little post-class kingdom..