Cote: Yokuso one-shot and reaction.

React cap 3 Unrestrained Feelings

Chabashira sighed heavily, but a tiny, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Maybe... just maybe."

It really was nice seeing them like that, acting like friends, not just a bunch of sociopaths manipulating each other to gain something, Chabashira thought, smiling softly.

The room remained lively, bets flying, jokes everywhere, but amid all that chaos, Ayanokouji and Horikita were in a world of their own, where only the gentle touches of his hand and her embarrassed, shaky breaths existed.

Seeing that the girl didn't respond, Kiyotaka approached her from the kitchen, where he had been making tea. The sight of a completely naked Suzune on her bed, her face buried in the pillow, came into view. Gently placing his hand on her shoulders, she lifted her face, revealing a few tears on it.

"What's wrong?" This question irritated the black-haired girl slightly.

"What do you mean, what's wrong!? How insensitive can you be!?"

The brown-haired boy could understand why she felt that way, but he also knew there was no changing what had already happened.

"You don't care about other guys hearing my voice like that!?" That question completely shifted the boy's perspective.

"Now that you mention it... yes, it does bother me," Kiyotaka replied, a slight frown forming on his face.

The scene had barely ended, and the reaction room was already in chaos. Laughter, whistles, teasing. The sight of Horikita crying naked on the bed had sparked a mixture of embarrassment, mockery, and general surprise.

The first to burst into laughter, of course, was Ryuen.

"Holy shit... even I'm surprised by this one. The guy's a genius, but... only now he realizes it's annoying to hear his girlfriend moaning loudly through the hallways? Hahahahaha!" he laughed loudly, clapping his hands like he was watching the best comedy of his life.

Ichika, next to him, was already slumped over her chair from laughing so hard.

"That's it! Ayanokouji... the strategy genius, the mastermind of mind games... but DUMB when it comes to relationships! This is delicious to watch!"

A few students nearby were laughing too, especially the boys.

"Damn, what timing! Only now he figured it out? That was so stupid it was genius!" someone said in the back, still holding their stomach.

Another added:

"This reminds me of that meme: 'Congratulations, Sherlock, you're a genius!'" and more laughter exploded across the room.

Horikita Suzune, on the bed, let out a deep sigh. She was sitting, hugging a pillow to her chest, legs crossed, and her face absurdly red.

"He's a little slow with these things..." she muttered softly, averting her gaze. Even though she was red with embarrassment, her eyes seemed a bit... satisfied?

Suzune hugged the pillow tighter. It bothers him... She wouldn't say it out loud even under torture, but knowing that Ayanokouji had that possessive streak over her sent a small, warm wave through her chest. It was a strange feeling, new, dangerous... but good.

But no one will ever know that. Ever.

Ayanokouji remained silent, watching the reactions unfold with his typical slightly bored look. But internally, his mind was constantly at work.

"Strange..." he thought. "I never cared about this kind of thing. Not at the White Room. Not at this school. Sex was just... sex. But this? Not wanting others to hear? To know? Is this jealousy? Possessiveness? These are new feelings."