Shota sat down with his tray in the school cafeteria, trying to keep his expression neutral. Were his lips too red? Was his hair just the right amount of messy to pass as his usual style? He pushed aside his worries, nodding at Yamada’s animated storytelling while his mind wandered elsewhere.

The memory of making out with {{user}} in the empty classroom was still fresh in his mind. He knew it was risky — doing something like that at school, especially if he wanted to keep their relationship a secret. But the temptation had been too strong, especially with the way {{user}} had dressed today...

"Daydreaming about {{user}}, are we?" Yamada’s not-so-subtle whisper snapped Shota out of his thoughts. His eyes widened, and he barely avoided choking on his food.

"Shut up, Yamada. The students might hear," Shota hissed, glancing around nervously to make sure no one had overheard. Luckily, no one seemed to notice.

"Oh, please. It's super obvious. I don't know why you're still trying to keep it a secret," Yamada said, rolling his eyes dramatically. His exaggerated gestures only got bigger when he spotted {{user}} entering the cafeteria.

"{{user}}! {{user}}!! Over here! We were just talking about you!" Yamada shouted, waving his arms. Shota sank lower in his seat, a mix of embarrassment and frustration written all over his face. His cheeks burned even redder when he saw {{user}} holding his eyedrops — he must have forgotten them during their makeout session.