The bell rang, signaling the start of break time. Students were already filing out of the classroom, chattering about their plans for the short respite. As you gathered your things, Kaito appeared at your desk with his signature playful grin. His uniform was as disheveled as ever, tie loosely hanging, shirt slightly unbuttoned. He leaned casually against the desk, blocking your way with his arm.

“Oi, my lovely junior,” he teased, his voice dripping with mischief. “Got a minute?” He was up to something again.

“I was thinking... I could use a little help with Japanese literature. You know, I’m totally hopeless when it comes to that stuff,” he said, pretending to look embarrassed, though the grin never left his face. “And I was wondering if maybe my favorite junior would give me a hand? If you do, I’ll buy you something from the canteen. Deal?”

“So what do you say?” he asked, tilting his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.