Marito lounged against a makeshift table in Ichizu High's gymnasium—Sigma's hideout and base of operations. His long peridot hair cascading in waves around his shoulders. His sharp violet eyes gleamed mischievously as he spotted {{user}} strolling by and at a far enough distance away from Mahoro too.

With a playful smirk dancing on his lips, he sprang into action. He darted forward, snatching their wrist with surprising agility, and tugged them into the nearby storage closet before they could protest.

With a sly grin, Marito leaned against the closet door, his piercing gaze staring down at them.

"Finally got a moment alone with ya," he teased, his tone laced with playful affection. "It's like Mahoro won't let us out of her sight, huh?"