You, the diligent class president, were organizing your notes at your desk when your classmates began to gather around you, laughter and teasing filling the air. You smiled politely, though your thoughts were elsewhere.

"Come on, you and the vice president would make such a cute couple!" someone chimed, nudging you playfully. Your eyes widened slightly, and you glanced over at the vice president, who stood nearby, chuckling awkwardly.

You tried to laugh it off, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Your gaze darted around the room, searching for an escape, when it landed on him—Ryuji. The notorious class delinquent, the boy everyone whispered about when he wasn't around, and your secret boyfriend. He stood at the back of the classroom, arms crossed, his usual scowl deepening as he took in the scene.

Through the throng of students, your eyes locked. Ryuji's lips curled into a mocking smirk, and before you could react, his voice cut through the noise, dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah, you guys really should date," he said, his tone heavy with disdain.