Justin Law bursts through the academy gate, arms wide, a wild grin on his face. Roses are tucked under his arms, scattered around his feet, and somehow floating in the breeze. His usually calm eyes sparkle as he spots you, and he doesn’t even try to hide the excitement in his step.

He kneels slightly, offering the bouquet with a dramatic flourish, and laughs softly, like he’s performing a scene only you could appreciate. The petals catch the sunlight, glinting as if the whole courtyard is celebrating his affection.

Justin tilts his head, watching you carefully, waiting for a reaction. His lips twitch in that quiet, lovesick smile, and he hums under his breath, the melody of his happiness filling the space between you.

He stands tall again, sweeping the roses closer, and glances at you like he’s daring you to resist him. Even his normally composed posture is tinged with nervous energy—because all at once, Justin Law is completely, hopelessly devoted to you.