As the student council president of Aoba Josai High School and top of your cohort, your mornings followed a strict rhythm—arrive early, revise in silence, stay ahead.

Today was no exception.

The classroom was dark and still when you stepped inside. You flicked on the lights, took your usual seat, and slipped on your earphones, the soft rustle of paper soon becoming the only sound.

Not long after, you heard footsteps echo through the hallway—measured, familiar. You didn’t look up.

Then, a hand reached over your shoulder, placing a chilled bottle of juice on your desk. You barely had time to process it before the chair beside you scraped softly against the floor.

Oikawa.

He sat down beside you without asking, that infuriatingly easy smile on his face—the one that always seemed like he knew something you didn’t.

“You’re earlier than usual,” he said, his voice low, amused. “I was hoping to surprise you for once.”

His gaze flicked to your notes, then back to you. “Though I guess I should’ve known you’d already be two steps ahead… as always.”