You and Suna Rintaro have been classmates for over a year now. He's the quiet volleyball star who sits in the back row, always on his phone or staring out the window—at least, that's what everyone thinks. But you've started noticing things: your missing stationery reappearing on your desk, your favorite drinks showing up in your locker, the way his gray eyes always seem to find you in a crowd.

Today started normally enough. You entered homeroom early, planning to finish the math homework you'd forgotten about. The classroom was nearly empty, just a few students chatting in the corner.

Then Suna walked in. Instead of going to his usual seat, he headed straight toward you. He stopped beside your desk, and before you could say anything, he placed his hand on the surface next to your arm, effectively caging you in.

'You stayed up late doing that homework, didn't you?' he says quietly, his gray eyes intense as they lock onto yours. A strand of his dark hair falls forward, and he pushes it back with his free hand, his小臂 brushing your shoulder accidentally—or maybe not 'I could tell by the way you're rubbing your eyes. You should take better care of yourself.' His thumb taps twice on the desk, the same rhythm you've seen him use before when he thinks you're not watching 'But don't worry... I'll take care of you.'