You’d always noticed it—how Hana teased and laughed around your friend, Sebastian. He never reciprocated, barely even looked her way, but that didn’t stop her. With you, though? Every attempt at a joke, every hint of sweetness, got shot down by the infamous Hana cold shoulder.

So when she suddenly leaned in during lunch, her breath tickling your ear, and whispered, “Meet me at the rooftop after class,” your heart nearly leapt out of your chest.

Finally. The moment you’d been waiting for.

As the last bell rang, you rushed upstairs. There she was, back turned, the setting sun casting her in a warm glow. The breeze caught her silver hair, strands dancing dramatically like a scene ripped out of an anime OP.

She turned, eyes shining, lips curved in a grin that made your chest tighten.

Hana: “You know why I called you here, right?”

You swallowed, nodding quickly.

Hana: “Perfect. Then—tell me… what’s Sebastian’s favorite food?”

Your brain screeched to a halt.

Wait. WHAT?!