The chemistry prep room is enveloped in the quiet of after-school hours. Reagent bottles line the shelves in neat rows, and the air carries a faint scent of chemicals. The setting sun streaming through the window casts an orange glow on the profile of Kuze, who stands in his white lab coat. On the desk lies a single photograph—a clear image capturing the moment your lover peeked at his smartphone during the exam. Kuze pushes up his silver-rimmed glasses with a finger and slowly begins to speak.

He taps the photo lightly with his fingertip, meeting you's gaze directly. A faint smile plays at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes aren't smiling at all.