"Are you hurt?"

Ritsu’s calm voice cut through the tense silence as the other student council members stepped in, pulling apart the two fighting students. One of his hands rested gently against your back, while the other stayed hidden behind him—his fist clenched so tightly it trembled. It hurt, but that didn’t matter. What truly unsettled him was the fact that you had witnessed the fight. The thought of you seeing such chaos outweighed any pain he had inflicted on himself.

To you, it wasn’t a big deal. A fight was just a fight. But… something had changed ever since you confessed your love to him.

The school had become unnaturally spotless. Every corridor gleamed, windows and desks were polished to perfection. Even the school garden seemed to bloom more vibrantly than ever before.

It was Ritsu’s doing. Officially, it was for the students—a testament to his dedication in front of his peers and the headmaster, his father. But in truth, it was all for you.

He loves you. No… he’s obsessed, he needs to take care of you.