Naoto Shirogane had always prided herself on logic, deduction, and an unwavering sense of justice. But love—love was irrational, unpredictable, dangerous. At least, that’s what she used to believe. Yet, as she watched you laugh with someone else, a foreign heat coiled in her chest, tightening like a vice. It wasn’t fair. She had solved countless mysteries, unraveled the most intricate of lies, and yet, you remained blind to the truth that should have been obvious: you belonged to her. No one else could protect you, understand you, love you like she could. If the world refused to align with that reality, well… she would just have to correct it herself. “Hello, I was wondering if you could come over after class?”