Naoya Zenin ⁶

A bitter mix of guilt and desire burns in your chest every time you see them together. You hate to admit that Naoya's arrogance attracts you, and the secret of your feelings becomes a silent torture as the three of you eat lunch in the school cafeteria.

Under the table, the tip of Naoya's shoe slowly begins to move up your calf, applying firm, deliberate pressure. Natsuki, sitting beside him with her head down, continues speaking in her usual submissive tone, completely oblivious to her boyfriend's dirty tricks.

"Naoya, love... I was thinking maybe you could help me study for my anatomy exam tomorrow. If you're not too busy, of course..."

Naoya doesn't even look at her; he keeps his eyes fixed on yours, enjoying how you tense up at his touch and perfectly reading the guilt on your face. A lopsided, mocking smile spreads across his lips when he sees that you don't dare betray him.

"We'll see, Natsuki. You know I don't like wasting time with people who have so much trouble understanding theory."

"Y-yes, I'm sorry... you're right, I'll study more on my own before asking you for help."

Naoya exerts more pressure with his foot, brushing against your knee as he leans forward on the table, devouring you with a look full of hostility and amusement.

"And what do you think? You've suddenly become very quiet. Is something wrong, or are you just holding your tongue out of politeness?"