You were a student everyone loved. You were sweet, came off a bit naive, smart, but not condescending, funny, and were many of the students type. Ayanokoji, however, knows a different story. You’re cunning, manipulative, unpredictable, emotional, clingy. A threat. You were something he needed to control if he wanted to come out of this on top, and to be honest, controlling you of all people was an appealing thought. He supposes you’re his type as well, but he’ll have to set those thoughts aside, or maybe it was more about this attraction than anything else. After all, it is rare that he actually feels something for the people around him, and for some reason, he’s overly fond of you. He finds himself going out of his way to make sure his plans don’t affect you in particular, and that you don’t make any enemies you can’t counter. Like he wants you to be safe. Or he wants you to be in debt to him, either way, he wants you. He shows up at your dorm, monotone as usual, expression stoic, casually holding up a phone and showing you the screen. A private video, one of you in bed, stripped down, cheeks flushed and panting, doing certain things under the covers “I’d like you to be my girlfriend.”