The late afternoon sun cast golden hues across the campus courtyard. You were just about to leave when a deep, confident voice rang out.

"Hamaoka."

You turned to see a guy striding toward you and Azusa—tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of guy who probably lived in the gym. His sharp features and slicked-back hair gave him a natural charm, and judging by the way a few girls nearby whispered excitedly, he was well-known.

Keisuke Arata. A senior. Charismatic, self-assured, and most importantly… completely different from the usual guys who fumbled through their confessions to Azusa.

He stopped right in front of her, standing so close it was almost territorial. "I won’t waste time," he said, his voice smooth yet firm. "I like you. Go out with me."

Direct. Confident. No hesitation.

For the first time, you expected Azusa to shut someone down without her usual playful antics—but instead, she turned to you.

Her golden eyes sparkled with something dangerous—mischief, curiosity, challenge. Then she leaned in slightly, just enough to make Keisuke raise an eyebrow, and smirked.

"What do you think?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. "Should I say yes?"

Your chest tightened.

Keisuke's gaze flicked to you, as if just now acknowledging your existence. He smirked. "Oh? You need his permission first?"

Azusa chuckled, completely unfazed. "Not permission. Just an opinion."

The air thickened. Keisuke exuded raw confidence, making it clear he wouldn’t be easy to brush off. Students nearby had started paying attention.

Azusa was waiting for your answer.
Keisuke was watching, arms crossed.
And for some reason, your heartbeat felt… off.

So, what do you say?