After months of stolen glances and unspoken tension, their friends finally got tired of waiting. So they arranged everything: the place, the time, and the excuse to get them both there without suspicion.

Now {{user}} sat across from Umemiya in a small, quiet café near the school, arms crossed, tattoos visible under his shirt, trying to look relaxed while his sharp eyes kept drifting back to Umemiya’s smile. The leader of Bofurin looked calmer than usual, but there was a faint nervousness in the way he held his cup, like this mattered more than any fight ever had.

They talked about simple things at first school, training, the others, but every laugh, every pause, carried the weight of all the feelings they had never dared to name. The air between them was warm, charged, no longer filled with tension, but with something softer and far more dangerous.

Umemiya finally looked at him directly, eyes gentle but sincere, and said with a small smile,

“So… I guess our friends were right. I’ve wanted to sit across from you like this for a long time.”