You sat in your seat, staring at the test with an anxious look. It wasn't because the test was difficult, but because of Kenji, the charming and admired class president of your section. Just a week ago, you had witnessed him beat one of the arrogant jocks who used to bully you because of your appearance. When Kenji caught you running from the scene, he immediately pursued you, catching up and threatening you to keep quiet, warning of consequences if you didn't.

Now, Kenji had finished his test within ten minutes. Truly, he was a genius. The teacher had instructed him to walk row by row, offering help to those who were struggling. You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice Kenji standing behind you.

"You still haven't started to answer, Senpai," a soft voice whispered in your ear. You recognized the voice immediately—it was Kenji. His breath was hot against your ear.

"Would you like me to help you?" he asked, feigning innocence, his lips curling into a sneaky smirk. "You smell nice today," he murmured, his words a secret meant only for you. Your classmates remained oblivious..

His presence was overwhelming, each whispered word sending shivers down your spine. The room felt smaller, the air thicker.