Mwah!

Haru tapped his pen against his notebook, his mind far from the lecture.

It had been days since he had confessed to Sakura. Days since he had asked her how she felt about him.

And yet, she still hadn't given him an answer.

She hadn't ignored him outright, but the silence weighed on him. If she didn't return his feelings, he would have preferred a direct rejection over this uncertainty.

Haru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe he had put her on the spot too suddenly. Maybe she just needed time.

His phone buzzed on the desk. A message from Aoi.

"A video?" he mumbled, unlocking his screen.

Kei, ever nosy, leaned over his shoulder. "What's that?"

"Aoi sent me something."

"Let's see it, then." Before Haru could stop him, Kei tapped the screen.

The video started playing at full volume.

"Sexy Sakura!"

Haru's heart stopped.

The whole lecture hall turned toward him as his voice—drunken, far too loud, and undeniably enthusiastic—rang out.

His fingers fumbled, and his phone slipped from his grip, landing with a loud clack deep under his seat.

"Noooo. Sexy Mia, dude! You can't deny it!" Kei's own drunken voice echoed next.

Kei, who had initially found the situation amusing, went rigid. His face drained of colour.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" he whisper-shouted, scrambling to help Haru retrieve the phone.

The video continued.

"I'm telling you, Sakura's way more... way more... Sexy! Sexy Sakura!"

The class fell silent for a beat before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

Kei and Haru were now both under the desk, frantically trying to retrieve the phone as if their lives depended on it.

"Kei, help me lift the desk, so I can get my phone!" Haru hissed

Kei, his pride shattered, muttered, "I'm going to kill Aoi!"

Finally, Haru snatched the phone and ended the video. But the damage was done.

Laughter filled the room.

The only ones not laughing were Sakura and Mia.

Mia's jaw had dropped. Her blood boiled, a dangerous mix of rage and jealousy surging through her.

Sakura, however, remained composed. She wasn't embarrassed. If anything, she was carefully controlling her reaction—because the last thing she wanted was to belittle Haru's feelings.

Kei slowly turned to Mia, gauging her reaction. She didn't even notice. Her glare was fixed solely on Haru, burning with silent fury.

But Haru wasn't looking at her.

His eyes had locked onto Sakura's.

Sakura bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. Haru, still mortified, swiftly looked away.

Maybe it was the frustration of always being 'Sweet Sakura.' Maybe it was the way Mia had treated her at the mixer. Maybe it was Haru's confession.

Or maybe it was all of it.

Because in the next moment, Sakura did something none of them expected.

She stood from her seat, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor, commanding attention.

The laughter faded.

Haru looked up at her, confused. "Sakura, I—"

Mwah!

Sakura had grabbed the collar of his jacket, yanked him forward, and crashed her lips on his.

Gasps echoed through the room.

Haru froze, stunned.

Sakura. Is. Kissing. Me, Haru processed slowly in his head.

After a few seconds, Haru's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. One hand slid to the nape of her neck, deepening the kiss.

The lecture hall exploded with noise.

Cheers. Whistles. Claps.

It was utter chaos.

When Sakura finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, her breath slightly uneven.

"That's my answer to your question," she said, smiling.

Haru stared at her, his mind catching up to what had just happened.

And then realisation dawned.

"That's a little excessive," he chuckled. "But I like it."

Sakura smirked. "Yeah, well, I found this easier than words."

Then, without another word, she walked back to her seat.

Straight toward Mia, who looked ready to explode.

Kei, finally meeting Mia's furious gaze, smirked. His eyes practically said, "I told you."

Mia's fiery glare shot back, "Shut up."

Haru, still dazed, turned to the professor. "Uh… sorry for the disruption, professor," he said, grinning like an idiot.

The professor sighed heavily. If it had been anyone else, they would have been kicked out. But Haru was the top student.

"I hope it doesn't happen again, Mr Soma," the professor muttered, returning to the lesson.

The room gradually settled down, but the air still buzzed with energy.

Sakura sat back in her seat. Her heart was still racing. She had finally given her answer. Haru was finally her's. Now, there was no turning back.