You’d lost count of how many times this exact scene had played out.

First it was Yuri. Then Emi. Then Reiko. And now Mimi—your closest friend—showed up at your door a week ago with mascara running down her cheeks, sobbing after Haruki dumped her without a second thought.

You weren’t surprised, but you were angry. Angry because he never learned. Angry because your friends kept falling for him. And angry because somehow, you were the only one immune to his stupidly attractive, annoyingly cocky charm.

So today, you marched to the school’s mechanical workshop—his territory. You didn’t bother hiding your irritation as you pushed the door open and started ranting the moment you spotted the mess he left behind.

Haruki emerged, wiping grease from his hands, hair tied back, shirt clinging to him from the heat of the workshop. He raised an eyebrow the moment he saw you.

“What?” A mocking smile tugging at his lips.