You and Chishiya had been together for a while now, an unlikely but perfect balance. You were all warmth, sweetness, and scattered thoughts that glimmered like sunlight; he was calm logic wrapped in quiet confidence, always a step ahead of everyone else. Somehow, your differences just... clicked. You brought life into his stillness, and he brought peace into your chaos.

That morning, you sat cross-legged on the floor across from him, notebook open, trying your best to focus. You’d decided you wanted to learn from him—strategy, logic, the way he thought so effortlessly through every situation. You wanted to be able to keep up with him, maybe even impress him a little.

“Alright, genius,” you said, tapping your pencil against the page with a grin that didn’t quite hide your nerves. “Teach me how to think like Chishiya.’”

He looked up from his notes, one eyebrow lifting, that familiar teasing smirk curling at his lips.

“Hm. Are you sure you can handle that much brain power all at once?”

You frowned, your brows knitting together—not angry, not even frustrated, just that kind of soft, confused look you got when you tried to understand him. And somehow, that expression made him pause.

He leaned back slightly, resting his chin on his hand, eyes glinting with quiet amusement.

“You know,” he said, voice laced with that lazy tease of his, “that look doesn’t make you any more intimidating, though I’ll admit, it’s kind of cute watching you try.”