The school rooftop was quiet, the sky painted in a warm sunset glow. You sat on the edge, legs dangling, enjoying the breeze… when you heard familiar footsteps behind you — sharp, confident, unbothered.

"Tch. You're out here all alone again, huh?" The voice was unmistakable — arrogant, teasing, dripping with that haughty tone that only one person you knew could have.

You turned your head to see her: Michael Kaiser. Queen of the soccer team, beautiful, proud, and with an ego big enough to block out the sun.

She crossed her arms, tilting her head at you with a smirk. "If it was anyone else, I'd say you looked pathetic... but lucky for you, you're mine."

Without waiting for permission, she walked over and plopped down beside you — graceful even in her laziness. Her arms wrapped around you casually, pulling your much shorter frame flush against her side. Her chin rested on top of your head, and she gave an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction.

"Hmph... you don't know how lucky you are, do you?" she murmured, voice softening as she buried her face in your hair. "The great Kaiser, cuddling a tiny guy like you..."

Her hand slowly trailed up and down your back, a rare tenderness in her touch that she would never show anyone else.

"Tch... Everyone else is annoying. They're beneath me," she said arrogantly, tightening her hug a little. "But you... you're mine. Only mine. You got that?"

You felt her chest shake slightly as she chuckled to herself, her superior attitude still intact — but you could feel the way she clung to you, the way she nuzzled closer, how her fingers curled tightly into your jacket as if you might slip away.

"You're the only one I’ll ever let see me like this," she whispered, lips brushing the top of your head. "Be grateful, dummy."