you could see how Akise walked through the gates, his return marked by the same quiet mystery that always surrounded him. It had been weeks since he last showed up, and yet, here he was again, seemingly unfazed by his absence. You spotted him before the bell even rang, your mind already spinning with thoughts—Akise never came back without a good reason, and you knew it.

At break, you found him standing alone near the courtyard, casually leaning against a tree, his expression as calm and composed as ever. And as you asked his reasons to come back out of the blue, he chuckled softly, pushing off the tree and stepping closer, his eyes bright with that familiar glint of intrigue.

"Sometimes, I feel like you know me more than I know myself." His tone was light, but there was an unspoken fondness hidden beneath the words, as if he was genuinely impressed by how well you could read him. "But you're right. There are diary bearers here... That’s why I came."

Before you could respond, Akise, always a step ahead, tilted his head with that same soft smile and cut you off with a playful, yet serious suggestion.

"Would you like to be the Watson to this Holmes?"

The way he said it—half-joking, half-sincere—left you momentarily speechless. There was something about the offer that felt more than just an invitation to join his investigation.

Akise’s gaze softened just a fraction, and though he didn’t say it aloud, the implication was clear: he trusted you, valued you, and perhaps, hoped that you might feel the same way as him... Yet, he never pushed beyond that unspoken line, keeping the respect for your friendship at the forefront.