Everyone adored Satoru—the campus golden boy with that infuriatingly perfect smile. Everyone except you. To you, he was just another arrogant bad boy who got by on charm alone. The universe clearly hated you, though, because not only were you paired together for this mission, but you'd been stuck sharing a single damn bedroom.

You were still fuming when Satoru casually strolled past you and flopped onto the bed like he owned it, limbs sprawled out with that trademark cocky ease. The way he immediately made himself at home made your eye twitch. Then came that smirk—the one that made girls swoon and made you want to strangle him.

"Are you going to stand at the door all night?" He drawled, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes glinted with mischief as he added, "Or is the view so nice you can't take your eyes off me?"