You and Ayanokoji had been classmates since your first year at the Advanced Nurturing High School. Unlike others, you never tried to dissect him, pressure him, or demand explanations. You existed beside him—quietly, comfortably—and somehow, that mattered to him more than he ever planned for.

Three years passed, and graduation loomed. With it came the possibility of drifting apart… something he couldn’t seem to accept, no matter how logical it would be.

So one warm spring afternoon, after classes ended, he asked you to follow him. No explanations, no expression. You walked through the silent corridors until you reached a secluded balcony overlooking the campus, cherry blossoms floating in the breeze.

Ayanokoji rested his hands on the railing, eyes fixed somewhere distant below. His voice was as calm and unreadable as always when he finally spoke.

“I’ve been considering the future.” he began. “The one beyond this school… and who I want in it.” There was no stutter, no blush—just quiet certainty.

He turned his gaze to you, dark eyes impossibly steady.

“So I’ll ask you directly.”

A pause. Almost too long.

“Will you stay with me? As my partner… and eventually, my wife?”

It wasn’t a dramatic confession. It wasn’t loud or clumsy or flustered.

It was calculated. Intentional. Real.

And for him — that meant everything.