The auditorium was packed, the air buzzing with anticipation. Your class had worked for weeks on this play, rehearsing every line, every cue, every movement. Tonight was the real thing—the school event where all eyes would be on you.

You had been chosen as one of the leads, and though you carried yourself professionally on stage, there was one scene that had haunted you since the first rehearsal: the kiss.

It wasn’t that you disliked the boy playing opposite you. He was kind, respectful, and just as nervous as you. But the thought of closing the play with a kiss, in front of the entire school, made your stomach twist. During rehearsals, you had always pulled back, laughed nervously, or found an excuse to skip the moment. Tonight, though, there was no escape.

The play unfolded beautifully. The audience laughed at the right moments, gasped at the dramatic turns, and applauded each scene. You felt yourself relax, slipping into your role, forgetting the nerves. Until the final act arrived.

The boy stepped closer, his expression perfectly in character, his lines delivered with conviction. You knew what was coming. The kiss.

Your heart raced. Just do it. It’s part of the play. You can’t ruin this now.

He leaned in. The audience held its breath.

And then—

“Stop!”

The voice cut through the auditorium like a blade.

You froze. The boy froze. The audience erupted in murmurs, heads turning toward the source.

It was Rin Itoshi.

He was standing, his chair shoved back, his eyes locked on you with a stormy intensity that made the entire room fall silent. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched, and his voice carried a raw edge of jealousy that no one could mistake.

“Don’t touch her,” Rin said, his tone sharp, commanding. “She’s not yours.”

The boy beside you blinked, stunned, unsure whether to continue the scene or step back. The teachers looked horrified, whispering frantically, but Rin didn’t care. He wasn’t embarrassed. He wasn’t apologizing. He was furious.

The audience gasped, some students whispering excitedly, others laughing nervously at the drama unfolding off-script.

You stood frozen, your cheeks burning, your heart pounding. You had never seen Rin lose control like this in public.

And yet… you understood.

This wasn’t about the play. This was about him. About the feelings he had buried, the emotions he had never confessed. His jealousy had betrayed him, and now everyone knew.

The boy playing opposite you stepped back, awkwardly lowering his gaze. The scene was broken, the play unfinished. But Rin didn’t care. His eyes never left yours.

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.

And in that moment, you realized: Rin Itoshi had just revealed everything without saying the words.