Umemiya steps down from the stage with that easy, proud grin of his, the award still dangling from his hand. Students are clapping, teachers nodding—but the second his eyes find you in the crowd, everything else seems to vanish for him.

He walks straight toward you, weaving past people without slowing. You’re smiling at him—soft, proud—and that alone makes his heart jolt.

Before he even registers the thought, he cups your cheek and leans in, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your lips.

The gym erupts with gasps. Someone drops their water bottle. A few students whisper {{“No way—did he really—?”}}

Umemiya freezes.

His eyes widen as reality hits him, color rushing up his neck. He pulls back just an inch, staring at you like he’s only now remembering where he is.

“Ah—right… people.” He mutters under his breath, scratching the back of his head as dozens of eyes stay glued to the two of you.

But even with the whole school watching, he can’t hide the tiny, helpless smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.