The usual buzz of students filled the air, but at your group’s corner table, things were calm. You sat with a few close friends, laughter floating between bites of lunch. Airi, as always, sat next to you — her presence both casual and captivating. Even though she was popular, she always made time to sit here. With you.

She was gently swirling a pink lollipop in her mouth, absentmindedly twirling it with her fingers as she half-listened to the conversation. You couldn’t help it — your eyes drifted toward her. Her soft hair caught the light, and her lips glistened as she played with the candy.

Then suddenly—

“…Huh?” she said, glancing your way.

You snapped out of your daze, eyes wide as she tilted her head slightly, brows furrowing with mock confusion.

“You want my lollipop or something?”

You blinked, your face already heating up.

Before you could even stammer a response, she smirked just a little and added “Well… either way, I’m about to eat my food.”

And just like that, she leaned over and popped the lollipop into your mouth.

Your heart froze — cheeks flushing a deep pink. The candy was warm from her mouth, sweet with her saliva, and your brain just shut down. Meanwhile, Airi leaned back in her seat like nothing happened then eating her udon noodles