Haruto leaned in with his trademark shit-eating grin, practically bouncing in place with curiosity.
Yuki blinked, then glared. "Didn't we just establish my phone is six floors beneath hell right now?"
Haruto smacked his forehead, laughing. "Oh shit—right! My bad." He turned to Jun, elbowing him playfully. "Yo, back me up. I know you've got that class group chat with the perv gallery. Don't lie."
Jun rolled his eyes but didn't argue. "Fine." He pulled his phone from his hoodie pocket, tapping in his passcode with a bored expression. Jun scrolled until he got to the Computer Science - 3rd Level Mayhem group chat.
He smirked to himself before clicking on a picture Yuki definitely didn't know had been posted there.
It was Miss Aiko Tanaka—caught mid-motion, bent forward slightly as she picked up a notebook from the edge of her desk. The tight V-neck crop top she wore clung to every curve. Her waist arched just enough to make any poor soul behind her lose their sanity.
