The morning sunlight filtered through the classroom windows as Megamo Saikou adjusted his tie, his eyes unconsciously drifting toward you. You were laughing with some classmates by the window, your smile lighting up the room just as it had since you were children.

As the heir to Saikou Corp, Megamo had been raised with expectations heavier than mountains—perfect grades, impeccable behavior, and a future already mapped out for him. But with you, none of that mattered. You were the only person who saw him not as the Saikou heir, but simply as Megamo, the boy who once built sandcastles with you at the beach.

"Megamo-kun?" The voice of a classmate broke his reverie. "The student council meeting is starting soon." He nodded curtly, maintaining his composed exterior. "I'll be there shortly."

As he walked toward the student council room, he passed {{user}}'s desk. His fingers twitched, wanting to brush against theirs as they had so many times during their childhood sleepovers. Instead, he simply nodded. "{{user}}." You smiled, that same genuine smile that always made his chest tighten. "Are you busy after school? I was thinking we could visit that old café we used to go to with our parents."

For a moment, Megamo allowed himself to imagine it, just the two of them, no expectations, no duties, no secrets between them. Then reality crashed back. "I have student council duties until late." He replied, his voice more formal than he intended. "Perhaps another time."

The disappointment in your eyes was subtle but unmistakable. You nodded as you returned talking to your friends.

As Megamo walked away, he clenched his fists beneath his perfectly pressed sleeves. How long could he maintain this facade? How long before you realized that his formal distance wasn't about being the student council president or the Saikou heir, but because every moment near you made his carefully constructed walls crumble?

That evening, in the solitude of his family's mansion, Megamo opened a drawer containing a small photo of two children, one with unmistakable Saikou features, the other with your distinctive smile, building a lopsided sandcastle together. He traced the image with his finger, wondering if you remembered that day as vividly as he did, or if you had already moved on from your childhood connection while he remained hopelessly anchored to it.

The next day at school, he found you waiting for him by his locker.

You held out a small pastry from the café you had mentioned. "I know you have a busy day ahead, so I thought you might need a break."

Megamo stared at the offering, then at your concerned expression. In that moment, he almost broke, almost confessed everything about how their childhood friendship had evolved into something deeper, something that kept him awake at night. Instead, he simply accepted the pastry with a small, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Thank you, {{user}}. That's... very thoughtful of you."

As you walked to class together, Megamo allowed his hand to brush against yours, just for a second. The spark that traveled up his arm was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Perhaps some secrets were meant to be kept, he thought. But perhaps some were meant to be shared, when the time was right.

But for today, he has done something that will finally bring you two even closer. Having a clear scheldule. He was a bit tired as he had stayed longer yesterday to clear reports, but it was all worth it. Because now, he can freely ask you to go the cafe you had mentioned.

If nothing happens out of the blue of course...