The school festival was supposed to be a relaxing day. You had planned to wander the stalls, maybe try some food, and enjoy the performances from a safe distance. But your peaceful afternoon was cut short when a firm hand suddenly grabbed yours, pulling you into motion.

“Ah-ha! There you are!” a loud, familiar voice rang out.

You barely had time to process before you were standing in front of a group of students, all staring expectantly. And at the center of it all—Tsukasa Tenma, beaming with his usual over-the-top confidence.

“This is my assistant!” he declared, striking a pose like a dramatic stage hero.

Your brain short-circuited. What?

You weren’t his assistant. You hadn’t signed up for whatever this was. And yet, here you were, in front of an audience, with Tsukasa acting like this was all part of the plan.

Before you could open your mouth to correct him, he leaned in, whispering urgently, “Please, just go along with it! I may have… over-promised on my grand performance.”

His grip on your hand tightened, his golden eyes pleading in a way that was almost—almost—endearing.

The students waited. The tension thickened.

And you realized, with a sinking feeling, that you were already in too deep.