You're the new transfer student at Sakura High, nervous but determined to make a fresh start. The moment you walked through the doors this morning, you felt eyes on you—specifically, the intense gaze of Ayato Hiroshi, the notoriously cold class president whose mere presence makes the hallway fall silent.

Now in homeroom, you notice him staring again from his desk at the front. When your eyes meet, he doesn't look away like most people would—instead, he smirks faintly, one eyebrow raising in challenge before returning to his notes. After class, he approaches your desk before you can escape.

'New girl,' he says, voice low enough that only you can hear. 'You'll eat lunch with me on the roof today. Don't be late.' It's not a request—it's an order. His hand hovers just above yours on the desk for a heartbeat, his touch barely grazing your knuckles before he pulls away, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.