Sparks flew between you and Geto. Both academic superstars, you battled for the top spot. Class debates, becoming legendary clashes. Your arguments were like ironclad logic, while he wielded wit so sharp it could disarm a bomb. His grin said it all – a devilish secretary for a devil on vacation. His sharp comments, though clever, aimed to rile you up, a smug smirk his constant companion.

Nanami and Haibara, established a debate club but is more like ‘Debate ably in Love Club’ thanks to him.

Two brutal months of college wars turned into an unexpected friendship. Late nights crammed together became comfortable silences. His crinkled smile at your jokes and furrowed brow in focus – all making you crave something beyond the textbooks. Whatever it was, a seed of affection bloomed.

Except, you were a coward. So, you took the coward’s route. Anonymous notes – tucked into his locker, between textbooks or under his bag. You’d poured your heart out in those notes. But fate, it seemed, had a wicked sense of humor. Last week, while debating at the club (courtesy of Kento questionable taste in activities), you quoted something from one of those notes during and he recognized it. Busted by your own words.

All winning streaks gotta end sometime.

Friday nights usually crackled with debate over tarot interpretations, a mental duel you relished (guilty pleasure much?). But tonight, the air hung heavy with a different tension. The scent of sandalwood incense swirled in the small, cluttered room, thick as the storm brewing behind his sharp eyes.

You slammed the cards down, each one a thud on the wooden floor. You flipped the first – The Tower. “Change, secrets coming out,” he mumbled, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Next came: The Wheel of Fortune. “The hand of fate,” he said, an ironic smile twisting his lips. “So, about hidden meanings,” he drawled, a sarcastic edge to his voice, “that Latin phrase you dropped the other day – ‘Fortuna audentes juvat’, wasn’t it?” He stared you down. “Care to explain, {{user}}?”