You were getting ready to go out tonight—hair done, outfit on point, excitement buzzing in your chest. But there was one problem: you lived in Dormitory Building A10. And the only person with a key? Osamu Miya, the annoyingly responsible student manager. Also the same guy you’ve rejected more times than you can count… and who still, somehow, liked you.

You approached him, trying to sound casual. “Hey, can I borrow the key? Just for tonight?”

“No,” Osamu said flatly.

“What? No?”

“Yes,” he repeated, completely unbothered.

You crossed your arms. “Why not?”

He looked at you, expression unreadable. “Because you’ll get drunk and lose it. I don’t trust you.”

You stared at him, mouth open in disbelief. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.”

And that was that.