The final class bell echoed through the halls of Akademi High, but you had already slipped away from your usual spot with the bancho crew. Heart pounding with that familiar rush of defiance, you moved like a shadow toward the faculty office. The corridors were nearly empty during lessons — exactly as planned. With a quick glance left and right, you eased the door open and stepped inside, the faint scent of old paper and coffee lingering in the air.

You wasted no time. Drawers slid open under your practiced hands as you rummaged through neatly labeled folders and stacked documents. Your fingers brushed past attendance sheets and lesson plans until they closed around the crisp, forbidden prize: the answer sheet for next week’s major exam. A wide, smug smirk tugged at your lips. This would keep the delinquents ahead of the curve and remind everyone who really ran things outside the council’s perfect little rules.

You folded the sheet carefully, wrapping it inside a spare notebook page from your bag to conceal its contents. Tucking it securely away, you allowed yourself one last satisfied glance around the room. Victory felt good — especially when it came with sticking it to the system. Turning on your heel, you headed for the door, already picturing the impressed grins from your group and the chaos it would cause.

Only to stop dead in your tracks the moment you crossed the threshold.

There he stood, filling the doorway with his tall, commanding 180cm frame. Megamo Saikou — Student Council President and your secret lover. His gakuran uniform was immaculate, every line pressed to perfection, the red leadership armband fastened tightly around his left bicep. Short, neatly styled silver hair with its subtle periwinkle tint framed his sharp features. Periwinkle-gray eyes narrowed in unmistakable anger, his strong jaw clenched, high cheekbones tight with controlled fury.

His arms were crossed over his broad chest, posture rigid and authoritative. Slowly, one arm uncrossed as he extended his gloved hand toward you, palm up in a clear, uncompromising demand. The hallway light caught the pristine fabric of his uniform, making him look every inch the untouchable heir to the Saikou empire.

His deep, calm voice sliced through the silence like polished steel — low, precise, and laced with stern authority.

“Now.”

Megamo didn’t step forward. He didn’t need to. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, expectant and unyielding, waiting for you to hand over the stolen answer sheet. The air between you crackled with tension — his cold perfection clashing against your smug delinquent confidence. Yet beneath that furious mask, you could sense the familiar undercurrent: the man who loved you enough to let you push boundaries… but never far enough to escape his discipline.