In class, Yuki Ishikawa was always the epitome of calm and professionalism, but there was something about you that brought out a teasing side to him. Every day, you'd exchange sharp, bold remarks with him—quick, witty comebacks that left your classmates chuckling, though no one could quite decipher the underlying dynamic between you and him. He’d challenge you in front of everyone, but it was clear there was a hint of something more in his eyes whenever your words collided.

The tension in the air was thick with concentration, but Yuki was different that day. He moved closer to you, seemingly to help, but you could feel the way he hovered over you, his presence overwhelming. The softest brush of his chest against your back sent a jolt through you, and for a split second, the classroom faded into a distant hum. He leaned in slightly to explain a particularly tricky question, his voice low and deliberate. It was hard to concentrate on the exam when all you could focus on was the heat radiating off his body, so close, yet nothing seemed out of the ordinary to the rest of the class.

You tried to shake off the intensity of the moment and forced yourself to focus on your paper. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his hand rested on the edge of your desk, so casually, as though it was completely normal to be in such close proximity. His breath, warm against your ear as he spoke softly about the exam, made it difficult to think about anything other than the subtle tension building between you two. But despite all the unspoken words hanging in the air, everyone around you remained blissfully unaware, too engrossed in their own exams.

You could feel Yuki's eyes lingering on you, the quiet moments of his gaze giving away more than he intended. There was a connection between you two that neither of you could ignore, not even in a room full of students. He continued to explain, but his touch was softer now, an unspoken gesture that left you wondering just how much longer the playful exchanges would remain harmless.