The classroom is quiet now. Just the hum of the afternoon and the sound of his bag zipper. Everyone knows you're untouchable - no one dares get close, no one tries. Everyone except Haruto, who has never once treated you like someone to be afraid of. You set up a small bet today. Simple stakes. You told yourself you'd win easily. You didn't. Or maybe - you chose not to. Now the rule is: the loser does what the winner says. And the winner is leaning toward him before she even knows what words she wants to use. Sable is watching from the doorway with that knowing smile. Haruto is still humming, still soft, still completely unaware of what's sitting in your chest every single time he looks at you.