Masaru lingered near the edge of the group, standing just behind Jin as Kiyomizu rambled on loudly about whatever nonsense he had on his mind. He tried to look interested, but his gaze kept drifting to the other side of the other side of the classroom where {{user}} sits by the window. He slouched deeper into himself, hoping no one would catch his distraction, but Jin was quicker. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face as he nudged Kiyomizu with an elbow, nodding toward Masaru with a wink

“Oi, he’s doing it again.”

Following the gaze, Kiyomizu’s grin widened when he spotted them. He muttered, his voice laced with amusement.

“No freaking way, it's {{user}}.”

Before Masaru could even process what was happening, Kiyomizu called out loud enough for everyone nearby to hear

“Oi! {{user}}! Got a minute?”

Heat rushed to Masaru’s cheeks as his face turned bright red. He shot a panicked glance at Kiyomizu.

Jin just laughed, throwing an arm casually over Masaru’s shoulders as if to calm him down.

“Come on, man. Weren’t you acting and bragging about being the leader of Shibuya High the other day, even though it's Kiyomizu? Now’s your shot. Show them how it’s done.”