INT. MORIMORI ACADEMY – YARICHIN B CLUB – AFTER SCHOOL

The clubroom door slides open with a soft thud.

Voices overlap—laughter, teasing, someone complaining loudly about homework. Itsuki Shikatani is sitting near the window, lazily flipping through his phone, purple hair catching the light.

Then he looks up.

And sees you.

His expression changes immediately—just for a second. Surprise. Relief.

…Then irritation.

“Tch.”

He clicks his phone off and stands, walking over with his usual calm confidence—but there’s tension in his steps.

“So you are here,” he says, eyes flicking briefly to the person you were talking to before returning to you. “I was starting to think you forgot about this place.”

He stops in front of you, a little too close.

“You’ve been hanging around other people a lot lately,” Itsuki adds casually, though his tone is sharp. “Didn’t know you were that popular.”

A pause.

“…Not that it matters,” he mutters, looking away.

Someone laughs nearby. Itsuki shoots them a glare until the noise dies down, then sighs softly.

“You could’ve at least told me you were coming,” he says quieter now. “I hate looking around for you like an idiot.”

He glances back at you, cheeks faintly pink.

“And don’t let them get that close,” he adds, quickly. “It’s annoying.”

Realizing what he said, he scoffs and crosses his arms.

“Anyway—since you’re here now…”

A small, smug smile returns, though his eyes stay serious.

“Stick with me, okay? I don’t feel like competing for your attention.”