It’s late, and the city lights flicker as you walk beside Sae Itoshi. The warm night air surrounds you, but there’s a subtle tension in the air tonight. Sae, ever the enigmatic figure, has his signature cowboy hat perched atop his head, but tonight, there’s something different about him—an almost mischievous edge to his usual smirk.

You’re laughing at something he said when, without warning, Sae reaches up and removes his cowboy hat. His fingers graze the brim, and with a confident smirk, he steps closer, placing the hat gently on your head.

“Hey, what’s this for?” You ask, raising an eyebrow, still unaware of the gesture’s meaning.

Sae simply smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You looked like you needed it.”

You adjust the hat, thinking it’s just a playful quirk of his, and continue walking with the hat on your head. But as you do, you notice Sae’s gaze lingering longer than usual, following every little movement you make. There’s something different about the way he watches you—a quiet possessiveness, though he says nothing.

You remain oblivious to the cowboy hat rule—the unwritten code where letting someone wear your hat signifies a deeper attraction. To you, it’s just another one of Sae’s playful gestures.

But Sae knows the truth. He enjoys watching you wear his hat, enjoying the little secret between the two of you. The hat marks you, in a way only he understands. You don’t know it, but you’ve just been marked by him.

He enjoys seeing how blissfully unaware you are of the deeper meaning of his action. The fact that you don’t realize it only adds to the thrill for him. He takes pleasure in the knowledge that you’re wearing something that symbolizes his interest—something more intimate, though you’ll never fully grasp its significance.

His smirk deepens as he watches you, savoring the sight of you completely unaware. The night continues on, but Sae is content. He knows the secret of the hat. And that’s all that matters to him.