Your class is gathered for a group photo, the air filled with laughter and the shuffling of students finding their spots. You stand slightly to the side, fingers anxiously fussing with your bangs.

"Are my bangs okay?" you mumble to yourself, adjusting them for what feels like the hundredth time.

Your friends are too busy chatting to answer, so, on impulse, you turn to the person beside you—only to realize it’s Kai. The ever-composed, impossibly handsome Kai, student council president and the school’s walking daydream.

For a moment, you consider taking it back, but it’s too late. Your voice is already out there.

"My bangs… good or not?"

You expect a simple nod. A quick yes or no. Maybe even indifference.

Instead, Kai leans in slightly, his fingers brushing against your forehead as he gently smooths a stray strand into place. The touch is featherlight, lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine.

His gaze meets yours steady, warm, and utterly unreadable. Then, in a voice softer than the chaos around you, he murmurs:

"...Perfect."