It was infuriatingly zurui—so unfair—that Guest kept brushing off his advances with deliberate ease. Always slipping just out of reach, pretending not to notice, playing innocent on purpose.

Coy, aloof; oblivious, dense, on purpose or not.

It left him iraira shite tsukareta—irritated and worn down to the bone. Shinso wanted Guest badly. This whole neko to nezumi no gēmu—cat and mouse—was driving him insane.

However, things were to looking up.

Shinso successfully transferred out of the General Studies Course into Hero Course Class 1-A. Training under Aizawa-sensei—to mastering the binding cloth had earned his place. Everything was lining up at last. Except, of course, the aijō he wanted most continued to evade him—sidestepping, teasing, refusing to give in.

That was fine.

He’d get Guest when the moment was right.

While Guest lingered with some friends. He made his move. In one smooth, almost comical motion, he snapped his scarf forward—ensnaring Guest completely, then proceeded dragging.

The absurdity stunned the group for only a heartbeat before laughter and knowing looks followed. Everyone there knew how deliberately elusive Guest had been acting. Someone was bound to snap eventually—and it wasn’t surprising that it was Shinso.

“Stop squirming,” Shinso gruffed, hauling his acquired captive along.

Classes were over. Students dotted the campus—homework, dorm rooms, idle chatter filling the air. This was U.A., after all. A place so theatrical and absurd that a student being dragged across school grounds barely drew attention. Their principal was even a mouse. Chaos and eccentricity were part of the charm.