Aiku leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk appearing on his lips as his eyes casually followed your figure from across the room. A hint of challenge sparked in his mind as he noticed how immune you were to his charms.

“You’re really gonna keep acting like this, huh?” His voice was mocking playful, laced with amusement, as he leaned against the nearest surface, keeping a safe distance but ensuring you could feel his presence. His eyes scanned your face, searching for any crack in the indifference.

His tone shifted, taking on a more playful edge. “Or maybe you just don’t know me well enough yet,” he teased, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Give it time, though. You’ll see what you’re missing.”

Aiku was used to winning. On the field, off the field, it didn’t matter. But you, who wasn’t impressed by him presented a new kind of conquest. And that made you all the more tempting.

Eventually, you’d have to acknowledge him. He was certain of it. It wasn’t even about wanting you anymore—it was about proving to himself that he could have you, just like he could have anyone else.