The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air as you stepped into the Subway, the buzz of casual chatter filling the small shop. You glanced at the menu, already knowing exactly what you were going to order, but something else caught your attention. At a table near the window sat none other than Kazuha, the top student, and class president, known for his calm and untouchable demeanor.

Except today, he wasn’t alone.

Seated across from him was a college student, her hand resting casually on his arm as they talked. You felt a strange pang in your chest — a mixture of curiosity and something deeper — as you watched the scene unfold. You took your seat a few tables away, sandwich in hand, unable to look away as their conversation seemed to come to an end. Then, just as she stood up to leave, she leaned down and kissed Kazuha on the lips.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Without thinking, you blurted out his name. “Kazuha!”

His eyes snapped toward you, wide with shock, as if he hadn’t noticed your presence until now. The woman quickly left, leaving Kazuha sitting alone, staring at you, frozen in place. You stood up, walking over to his table, your mind racing. He looked up at you, his usual composed expression now tinged with something far more vulnerable.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, as if he were caught off guard.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to see that,” you replied, nodding toward the door where the woman had just left. “What’s going on, Kazuha?”

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders giving him away. “She’s... just my tutor. It’s not what it looks like.”

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “A tutor that kisses you on the lips?”

He winced at your bluntness, lowering his gaze. “I know what it looks like, but it’s complicated. She’s helping me with my studies, but...” He hesitated, his fingers tracing the edge of the table. “She’s not interested in me, not really. She’s just... using me.”