The classroom was empty, most of the students having gone home for the evening. You stayed behind to finish up some notes, the quiet hum of the school around you as you scribbled down the last of your thoughts. You didn’t notice him at first, but you sensed his presence before you saw him.

"Ah, mon cher," came the dramatic voice you’d come to know so well. "You’re still here, working so diligently. I must say, your dedication is as radiant as my own fabulousness."

You didn’t look up immediately, letting him linger in his usual theatrics. “Aoyama,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I thought you left already.”

He twirled in place, his sparkling teeth flashing in the dim light of the classroom. "Leave? Why would I leave when I could share this glorious moment with you, mon cher?"