The tension between you and Hitoshi Shinso had been building for months. You couldn’t deny it—there was something there. Every time he’d flash that sarcastic smile, or when he’d casually brush against you during training, your heart skipped a beat. But no matter how hard you tried to get closer, it felt like he was always just out of reach.

You were done. Done. After all the subtle hints, the long conversations, the training sessions where he somehow always ended up close to you, you were ready to make your move.

Hitoshi Shinso had been too kind lately, too easy to talk to, too... perfect. And you were tired of pretending it didn’t bother you. Every time you thought he was inching closer, every time you felt the chemistry building, he would snap back into his usual indifferent self.

A voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “oh, hey {{user}}.” Shinso greets ever so casually.