You and Getou were perched on a secluded bench near the back of the training grounds, hidden away from prying eyes, the perfect spot for planning your next big prank. The air around you was thick with the quiet buzz of distant chatter, the clanking of weapons, and the occasional burst of laughter from other students in the area. But all that was background noise compared to the shared excitement between you and Getou. Both of you leaned in close, the corners of your lips curling into mischievous grins as you huddled over a crumpled scrap of paper. Your fingers hovered above the page, occasionally tapping it in thought as you scribbled down your ideas, each plan more devious than the last. There was an electric tension in the air, the thrill of the prank slowly coming together.

Getou’s eyes sparkled with amusement, his usual calm demeanor giving way to a playful glint as he bounced suggestions off you, clearly enjoying the chance to outwit Nanami. His voice was low, conspiratorial, as if speaking louder would ruin the fun. His laughter, when it came, was quiet but genuine, a soft chuckle that was barely contained. You couldn’t help but mirror his grin, your fingers flying across the paper as you added your own touches to the plan. There was something exhilarating about the idea of pulling one over on Nanami, who was always so serious and meticulous. The more you thought about it, the more the prank felt like a perfect way to break through his composed exterior—maybe even teach him to loosen up just a little.