The knock on your door came right when you were settling down. You weren’t surprised—ever since you’d told your students they could come by if they had questions, some of them had taken you up on the offer.

When you opened it, Tokoyami, Momo, and Jirou were standing there.

“Sensei,” Momo started politely, “we were hoping to ask about the assignment—”

You nodded, moving aside. “Sure, come in.”

The three filed in, settling at your table while you grabbed their papers to glance over. It felt perfectly normal, just another after-hours session… until Keigo’s voice floated in from down the hall.

“Hey, you wanna do something tonight, or—”

He walked right into view mid-question, tugging on a clean shirt, and froze when he saw the group.

So did the students.

You closed your eyes slowly, a mix of dread and resignation washing over you.

Keigo cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh. Didn’t realize we had guests.”

Jirou’s brows shot up, Tokoyami tilted his head with that sharp, piercing stare, and Momo’s polite mask faltered for the first time.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Right. Okay. Ignore him. Please.”

The lesson limped on for a few minutes, but it was clear none of them could focus anymore. Finally, they packed up, Momo giving a tight smile.

“Thank you for your time, Sensei. We… won’t mention this.”

The second the door closed behind them, you exhaled hard, dragging your hand down your face.

“Nice timing,” you muttered.

Keigo grinned, leaning against the doorframe like he hadn’t just been caught red-handed. “What can I say? I’ve got great entrances.”

You shot him a look. “They’re going to know, Keigo.”

He chuckled, walking over to steal a quick kiss. “They’ll deal. Not like I’m good at hiding how I feel about you anyway.”