Haruto finally arrived at the cram school just as students began pouring out of the entrance. His eyes scanned the crowd, and soon, he spotted Haruka.
A small smile tugged at his lips. 'She's really working hard to get into her dream school…'
Though, between the two of them, Haruka had always been the smarter one.
Even without studying much, she consistently ranked in the top ten at school, while Haruto—who spent most of his time holed up in his room reading novels—struggled to even break into the top 100.
Just as he was about to call out to her, his gaze sharpened.
A figure was approaching Haruka—blond hair illuminated even under the dim night lights.
Haruto's stomach twisted in rage. 'That hair… That damn hair…'
"Daiki!" His hands gripped the steering wheel, his pulse hammering in his ears. "What the hell is he doing here?!"
Without a second thought, he flung the car door open.
