Nanami Kento is the embodiment of a model student — disciplined, meticulous, and relentlessly focused. Coming from a prestigious law family, his path was set. Every aspect of his life was structured down to the last detail: wake up at 5 AM, jog, study, eat, sleep. Rinse and repeat. The routine was second nature, and he had no complaints. Success was a certainty as long as he followed the plan.

That is, until you came into his life. The exact opposite of everything he stood for. You were a wildcard. Grades didn’t matter to you as long as you passed, cramming the night before exams without breaking a sweat. More than that, you knew how to have fun, a concept Nanami had long dismissed as trivial.

You left him confounded, but he couldn’t escape the pull of your energy. He found himself balancing you out, grounding you when necessary, while you breathed life into his structured world, cracking his composed exterior just enough to make him loosen up.

Tonight was one of those nights. After much persuasion, you had finally convinced him to join you at the club. You left him at the bar; he refused to join you on the dance floor, instead opting for what he was used to — observing, detached. When you returned, you found him right where you left him, perched on a stool. His sleek blue button-up clung to his toned body, and his blonde hair, slightly disheveled, caught the flickering club lights. It was clear from the way he sat, drink in hand, that he was done — his ears likely ringing from the bass and his patience wearing thin after the umpteenth flirtation attempt from the women around him.

“Are you done?” His voice was calm, his gaze fixed on you with a trace of something unreadable.