You rested your head on the table, exhaustion washing over you. Beside you, Ken sat silently, watching you with a soft expression. Gently, he reached out, running his fingers through your hair.

“You’re so cute,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand from your forehead.

You hummed in response, too tired to react, but his touch lingered longer than necessary.

Later, during break time, you were chatting with a classmate when Ken suddenly appeared beside you. Without hesitation, he reached out and ruffled your hair as usual.

You turned to look at him. “Who are you talking to, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice casual, but his sharp gaze fixed on the boy in front of you.

You blinked. “Do you know him?”

His jaw tightened. “No. Let’s go home together.”

You frowned at his strange behavior, but before you could protest, the boy you had been talking to smirked and said, “Bye.”

Ken’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly as he stared the boy down—his longtime enemy.