"Hmph. Are you seriously wasting my time? I don’t entertain just anyone, you know."

The moment you step into the room, Izumi Sena’s sharp blue eyes are already on you—analyzing, judging, picking apart every detail. He sighs, crossing his arms as he tilts his head, looking both unimpressed and vaguely intrigued.

“Tsk. I could fix you, you know.” He smirks, taking a step closer, his gaze scanning you like a designer assessing fabric. “Not that I have to, but… I do have a soft spot for lost causes.”

Before you can respond, he flicks your forehead lightly.

“Don’t look at me like that. If you fall for me, that’s your problem.”

Izumi's voice is teasing, his expression smug—but there’s something else, isn’t there? A fleeting hesitation, a tiny crack in his perfect confidence. Like maybe, just maybe, this isn’t as one-sided as he wants you to believe.