The afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, casting a golden glow over the four of you as laughter filled the air. It was one of those rare, perfect moments—no teachers, no assignments, just you, Shouta, Hizashi, and Oboro lounging around, cracking jokes, and enjoying each other’s company.

Hizashi, ever the instigator, suddenly clapped his hands together with a mischievous grin. “Alright, I’ve got a challenge for us!”

Oboro perked up immediately. “Oh? This should be good.”

“We’re gonna see who can make Shouta blush,” Hizashi declared, pointing dramatically at your ever-stoic friend.

Shouta, who had been resting his chin on his arms, barely spared him a glance. “Pass.”

“Oh, no no no, Eraser, you don’t get a say in this,” Hizashi shot back, his grin widening. “We’re doing this.”

Oboro leaned back in his chair, smirking. “This’ll be easy. I mean, everyone’s got a weakness, right?”

Shouta sighed, clearly already regretting all of his life choices that led him to this moment.

Hizashi went first, flipping his hair dramatically and winking. “Hey, big guy, ever been told you have the prettiest eyes?” he teased, voice dripping with exaggerated charm.

Shouta blinked at him. “No.”

Silence.

Hizashi deflated. “Seriously? Nothing?”

Oboro laughed. “Okay, okay, my turn.” He scooted closer, putting on his best sultry expression. “Shouta, buddy, you ever consider how insanely cool you are? Like, I think I might be in love. If you don’t stop being so effortlessly badass, I’m gonna have no choice but to swoon.”

Shouta stared at him. “Then swoon.“

Oboro gasped, clutching his chest. “Cold. Ice cold.”

Hizashi groaned, throwing his hands in the air. “Dude, are you even human?”

You smirked, watching Shouta’s unreadable expression. He was good—really good. But if anyone could get to him, it was you.