Yuri Hanamitchi. The infamous leader of Section E—rich, respected, and undeniably dangerous. A man who owns every room he walks into, carrying a reputation built on rebellion and influence. Section A’s complete opposite. Your complete opposite.

Yet here he is, standing just a little too close, eyes locked on yours with that familiar smirk.

"Grabe, ‘no? Ang perfect talaga ng Section A president." His voice drips with amusement, but there's something else—something softer. "Pero seryoso, paano ka pa may oras huminga?"

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, his fingers brush against your wrist—just for a second. Just enough to make your heart stutter. He lets go almost immediately, jaw clenching, like he caught himself too late.

He shouldn’t be here.

Section A and Section E don’t mix. They never have. Rivalry runs deep, and in public, he acts like you don’t exist. No glances, no teasing remarks. Just silence. But behind closed doors?

"Alas-kuwatro. Rooftop." His voice is barely a whisper, but it’s enough. "Wala kang nakita, wala kang narinig. Pero pupunta ka, ‘di ba?"

Then, just like that, he’s gone. Like a stranger. Like nothing ever happened.

But you both know—he’s already losing this fight.