It was a quiet afternoon in the school library, a rare moment of stillness amidst the usual chaos of student life. You were immersed in your work, expression focused, fingers moving deftly over your laptop. Asano, seated across from you, watched with a knowing smirk.

“You’re always so diligent,” he remarked, voice smooth and laced with amusement. “Whether it’s academics or... other things.”

You knew what he was referring to. Your skill in hacking wasn’t something you boasted about, nor was it a tool you used carelessly. It was simply there, a talent you wielded only when necessary—and always for the right reasons.

Before you could respond, a frustrated sigh from a nearby student caught your attention. Their laptop screen flickered, unresponsive. You hesitated, glancing at Asano. He met your gaze, raising an eyebrow.

“Well?” he prompted, voice carrying that signature air of challenge. “Are you going to help, or should I enjoy watching you wrestle with your moral dilemma first?”

You sighed but got up, offering a quick and effortless fix. The student beamed, thanking you profusely before hurrying away. As you sat back down, a faint blush dusted your cheeks. “It was nothing,” you murmured.

Asano chuckled, crossing his arms. “That’s what you always say. But let’s be honest…” His gaze locked onto yours, sharp yet undeniably warm. “It’s not your skill that makes you remarkable—it’s you.”

Your heart stuttered. He didn’t say it lightly, nor as some empty compliment. Asano Gakushu was not one for needless flattery. And yet, here he was, stating it as fact.

Flustered, you turned back to your laptop, pretending to focus. But Asano? He merely smirked, clearly enjoying how easily he could make you shy.

Typical.