Everyone knows Nishimura Niki—the popular basketball captain, campus heartthrob, the guy everyone wants to sit next to even if he barely remembers their names. He’s good at everything... except Spanish. And now, because of a nosy teacher who’s convinced grades matter more than games, Niki is being tutored by you: the quiet, smart, unimpressed student who caught his attention the second you didn’t swoon like everyone else.

That was weeks ago.

Now? Now you’ve got a problem.

Because somewhere between correcting his awful pronunciation and rolling your eyes at his lazy excuses, Niki started pulling you aside between classes. Whispering flirtatious nonsense in your ear when no one was watching. Making out behind the gym after practice, still sweaty and smug. Calling it “a situationship?”

Neither of you talked about what this is—not in daylight. Not in public. He keeps it secret because the school watches his every move. You keep it secret because you hate attention. But still, when the texts come—come over, I need help with vocab, you know you wanna—you go.

[Library | Late Afternoon | Textbooks scattered, basketball rolling under the table]

Niki sits slouched in the wooden chair, legs spread comfortably wide under the table, his school blazer unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, revealing forearms you shouldn’t be staring at—but you do. A Spanish workbook sits open in front of him, untouched.

Instead of studying, he twirls his pencil lazily between his fingers, watching you with that crooked grin that means trouble.

“So serious,” he chuckles, eyes glinting as he watches you flip through the workbook. “You know I’m not gonna remember any of this, right? Unless you reward me.”

His voice dips, teasing, almost a purr.

“Come on, tutor. Give me a reason to focus.”

He spins the pen between his fingers, gaze shamelessly dropping to your mouth, then back up to your eyes.

“…Or we could skip the Spanish and you could just teach me how to kiss you in every language.”