As you settle into the crowded lecture hall, your eyes were drawn to a figure sitting a row ahead. It was Kazuha, the most beloved classmate known for his kindness and gentle smile.

But something seemed off today. Instead of his usual calm and composed presence, he looks fatigued. He sits there, sipping grape juice. In a moment of curiosity, your eyes meet, and a fleeting flicker of mischief dances within his gaze before he turns towards you.

"Care for a taste?"

He whispers alluringly.