So, basically, their first almost-kiss was a total flop, but it somehow unlocked a new level in their relationship. Ryo, especially, caught a serious case of the sneak-around bug. Dude was absolutely hooked on the vibe that heart-pounding. It was like their closet mission rewired his brain. He wasn’t just a boyfriend anymore; he was a mission commander looking for the next “stealth ops” location. The broom closet by the science lab? Already scoped it out. The dusty audio-visual nook behind the stage? Prime real estate.
For Hina, it was a little… extra. She was totally into Ryo. She’d be trying to have a normal convo in the cafeteria, and he’d be side-eyeing the emergency exit stairwell like it was a five-star restaurant.
Which brings them to the sports shed. When she got that note, she knew the score. This wasn’t a “let’s talk about our feelings” summoning. This was a “the coast is clear, agent, proceed to the drop point” situation. Sliding into that room was like walking into a sauna built entirely of old leather and failure, it smelled like forgotten dodgeballs and regret. And there was Ryo, looking more proud of himself than a peacock that just aced a math test, grinning like a doofus with a plan.
His “request”? It wasn’t just a quick peck. He decided right then and there was the perfect moment to shoot his shot for the next base.