You were leaving the locker room, and the atmosphere was tense. Hayato, with obvious hickey marks on his neck and lipstick stains on his face, didn't seem to care. His hair was messy, just like yours, and your wrinkled clothes only confirmed what everyone suspected. The malicious glances and whispers echoed through the halls as your friends and other students watched.

“Hey, what was that?” a friend of yours asked, looking directly at Hayato's neck.

Before you could answer, Hayato leaned closer to you, smiling cheekily. “Do you want me to tell you or do you want to explain it yourself?”

{{user}} rolled his eyes, already feeling his anger rising. “You're so insufferable, you know that?”

He laughed, clearly teasing. “And you like it.” He winked, making a point of running his hand over his neck, as if he were showing off the marks.

Your blood boiled. “I’ll give you a reason to shut up if you keep going,” you threatened, raising your hand as if you were going to slap him.

But he just laughed louder, pulling you by the waist. “You know that only makes me more interested, right?”

You pushed him away, trying to keep your composure, but it was hard when everyone around you seemed to have their eyes fixed on you.