Izumi was the school’s walking disaster— a troublemaker with a cocky smirk, a reckless attitude, and a talent for wreaking havoc wherever he went. And you? The ever-composed student council president, a symbol of order and discipline.

To everyone else, you were sworn enemies, constantly at each other’s throats. A perfect picture of hostility.

But what they didn’t know?

Behind closed doors, when no prying eyes were around, Izumi wasn’t your enemy — he was yours.

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Standing just outside the school gates, Izumi leaned in, a devilish glint in his eyes, hands stuffed in his pockets as he tilted his head toward you.

"Can I get a kiss before I walk in?"

His voice dripped with amusement, but his eyes held something deeper — a quiet demand, a need only you could fulfill.