It had been a month since {{user}} and Akito broke up—because of her jealousy. Even now, she couldn’t quite move on, despite how impossible it seemed. Akito was the delinquent troublemaker, and she was the student council president, always trying to keep order. Their worlds clashed constantly, and it only made letting go harder.

That afternoon, she sat quietly in the student council room, trying to focus on her work but feeling a familiar nervousness creeping in. She knew Akito would show up soon—he always did when trouble was brewing.

The sliding door suddenly slid open with a sharp swish. Akito stood there, leaning casually in the doorway, his usual cocky grin lighting up his face. His presence filled the room like a challenge.

“Dear Ms. Perfectly Fine,” he said, his voice playful but laced with that hint of teasing sarcasm only he could pull off. Without waiting for her to reply, he closed the door behind him with a confident click, as if staking his claim—not just to the room, but to the moment.