You thought it’d be funny. Just a harmless prank. So you’d used a bit of lipstick and concealer blending to fake a hickey on your neck—nothing too dramatic, just visible enough to catch Sakura’s eye.

And it worked.

She spotted it the second you walked into the room. Her cheerful expression dropped instantly, replaced by narrowed eyes and a tight jaw. She didn’t say anything at first—just stared, like she was trying to figure out if she was imagining things.

“…What is that?” Sakura asked, her voice eerily calm as she crossed her arms.

You gulped, fighting a grin. “What? This?” You pointed to your neck innocently.

“Don’t play dumb.” She snapped, stepping closer. “Who gave you that?” Her tone had dropped to something colder—calculated. She wasn’t yelling, but the quiet intensity was somehow worse.