Cote: Yokuso one-shot and reaction.

React cap 3 Unrestrained Feelings

Ichika, on the other side, burst out laughing again.

"Damn! Who was the sniper?! That was beautiful!"

Ryuen, next to her, wiped a tear from his eye from laughing so much.

"That's what I call divine justice, hahahaha! Who would've thought even the universe would protect Horikita's honor!"

Another group of students started placing bets.

"Was it Hashimoto who threw it?"

"No, Hashimoto's over there laughing..."

"Then who? Miyake?!"

Names were thrown around randomly, but no one got it right. The real culprit remained calm, next to the girl he most wanted to protect in that moment.

Ichinose... well... Ichinose was trying to focus on the card game, but her eyes betrayed her. She looked at the screen, then at the real Ayanokouji, then back to the game.

Mako-chan noticed immediately.

"Hey... you're never going to focus, are you?" she nudged, trying to help. "Let's just finish this round already. You can go back to silently suffering over that apathetic guy afterward."

"I'm not suffering." Ichinose shot back way too fast, turning even redder.

"Yeah... sure..." Mako said, clearly not believing her at all.

From the corner, Sakayanagi let out a soft chuckle.

"The room's a complete mess... bottles flying, possessive declarations, emotional cracks appearing in the apathetic one..." she turned her eyes to Kamuro with a mischievous smile. "I'll admit, I'm genuinely entertained."

Kamuro scoffed, still blushing inside even though she kept her serious façade.

"Those two are a problem. Ayanokouji looks like a ticking emotional bomb, and Horikita turns into a lovesick fool every time he does something like this. This won't end well."

"Not for them... but for us, as spectators, it's wonderful." Sakayanagi replied, amused.

The only one who caught the subtle action was Ichika, watching the two of them with narrowed eyes. A small smile curved her lips.

"Hmph... you're faster with bottles than with emotions, Ayanokouji-senpai," she murmured to herself.

Ryuen started laughing loudly again, watching the chaos.

"Hahahahaha! THAT WAS AMAZING! I didn't see ANYTHING! Who was it?! BETS! WHO THREW THE BOTTLE?!"

"Is anyone going to check on that guy?" Hirata asked, half alarmed and worried.

Hoshinomiya, the teacher, walked into the room right at that moment, glancing at the unconscious student with an exasperated sigh.

"Don't worry. He's just knocked out. Nothing a headache and a bit of shame won't cure."

"You're not even going to ask who did it?" Nene Mori asked, startled.

"Sweetie... after everything I've seen over the years, a student knocked out by a bottle is practically routine."

Ayanokouji, back at Horikita's side, was still talking to her quietly.

"You don't have to thank me."

"But I want to. Even if you were slow... you get it now, right?"

"I get it. You're mine, and mine alone."

Suzune's eyes widened briefly at the sentence before she buried her face back into the pillow in the room, completely red.