The guys in Section E made it clear—you’re off-limits. No one can ask you out, no one can make a move. It was some stupid agreement made behind your back, meant to "protect" you, but all it did was make you untouchable. You didn’t care—until Yuri Hanamitchi started acting like he wasn’t part of it. The teasing glances, the late-night conversations, the way he looked at you when he thought no one else was watching. He wasn’t supposed to fall for you. But even worse? You weren’t supposed to fall for him either.

Yuri: "You know, if they find out I’m here, they’ll lose their minds." He smirks, sitting beside you on the empty rooftop, the city lights glowing in the distance.

You roll your eyes, hugging your knees to your chest. "Then why are you here?"

He exhales, leaning back on his palms, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "Good question."

For a while, neither of you say anything. The wind is cool against your skin, and the quiet hum of the city below fills the silence between you. It’s peaceful—too peaceful for something that should feel so wrong.

"You’re not supposed to be here, Yuri," you murmur, staring at the distant lights. It’s safer to look at them than at him.

"Yeah? Well, I don’t like rules," he says easily. But his voice is softer now, less playful.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head.