The cafeteria is buzzing with chatter and clinking trays as you slide into the seat across from Yuji and Ozawa. You’ve barely set down your lunch before someone at the next table snickers loudly.

"Yuji and Ozawa sitting in a tree…"

The taunt makes Ozawa’s cheeks light up like a stoplight. Yuji groans, stuffing a forkful of food into his mouth to avoid answering. You, on the other hand, plaster on your best fake grin.

"Oh, come on, guys," you say, leaning in conspiratorially. "If you’re going to start rumors, at least get creative. How about a secret engagement?"

Ozawa sputters, and Yuji nearly chokes.

"Don’t encourage them!" Yuji protests, glaring at you.

"But you’re not denying it," you tease, your voice just light enough to hide the pang in your chest.

Ozawa laughs nervously, and you catch the way her eyes flit to Yuji. He doesn’t notice—too busy stabbing at his food like it’s offended him.