You finally did it.

Heart racing, palms sweaty, and mind screaming, you stormed into the locker room with no hesitation. You spotted him—his frame familiar from the back—and without another thought, you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tight from behind.

“I like you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I always did…”

Your heart was doing flips. The rush. The butterflies. The thrill of finally letting it out after all this time.

You didn’t wait for a response. You pulled away, face burning, and ran straight out the door—only to crash chest-first into someone.

“Ah—!”

You looked up.

Vin.

Vin?!

Panic slammed into your chest like a truck. Your breath hitched as you turned around, eyes wide.

Standing inside the locker room, exactly where you’d just been, was not Vin.

It was Yiko.

The school’s infamous delinquent. Sharp eyes. Cocky smirk. That lazy posture like he owned the damn place.

And he was watching you with amusement in his eyes.

Leaning casually against the locker door, Yiko gave a slow, smug smile.

“…Didn’t know you liked me that much,” he drawled, voice thick with playful sarcasm.

Your soul left your body. The butterflies? Gone. Evaporated. Died on the spot.

You turned and ran.

Behind you, Yiko's chuckle echoed down the hallway—low, amused, and annoyingly attractive.