Flashback
Dream
In the elegant and refined student council room of Shuchiin Academy, the sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting a soft glow over the polished wooden table.
The room was quiet, save for the gentle shuffling of papers and soft hum of the air conditioning.
Kaguya Shinomiya, as always, sat perfectly poised, her long black hair draped gracefully over her shoulders.
Her sharp, ruby eyes flicked towards the boy sitting across from her, expression as composed as ever.
Miyuki Shirogane, the diligent and ever-stressed student council president, was reviewing some documents.
But unlike the usual tension that filled the room whenever two were alone, today there was a mischievous air about him.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, eyes darting towards Kaguya, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Kaguya," he began, his voice teasingly casual, "you know, we've known each other for a long time now. Don't you think it's about time you started calling me by my first name?"
Kaguya's hand paused mid-signature.
Her grip on the pen tightened just slightly, though her face remained calm and composed.
However, there was a flicker of something in her eyes—hesitation, perhaps?
"Shirogane," she replied coolly, avoiding the bait, "I fail to see why that would be necessary. Formality is important, especially in a professional setting."
Miyuki chuckled softly, resting his chin on his hand.
He leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming even more playful. "Oh come on, we're the only ones here. No need to be so formal. You can say it just once. I'm sure it would sound nice coming from you."
Kaguya's heart skipped a beat, but outwardly she remained unflappable.
She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "What are you trying to imply?"
Miyuki leaned in closer, with a teasing glint in his eyes seemed to be intensifying. "Nothing at all. I just think that 'Miyuki' would suit me better when you say it."
Kaguya's cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink, though she quickly turned her gaze away, hiding her fluster behind a calm mask.
"You're being ridiculous," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
But Miyuki wasn't going to let it go.
He pushed a little more, relishing in her reactions. "Ridiculous? I think you're just shy. Afraid it'll come out too sweet, maybe?"
The redness in Kaguya's cheeks deepened, and her eyes widened as she tried to regain control of the conversation.
"That's absurd!" she snapped, the mask cracking just a little. "I'm not 'shy,' as you so crudely put it."
Miyuki laughed softly, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "Well then, prove it," he challenged. "Say my name, Kaguya. Just once."
Kaguya glared at him, her mind racing.
She couldn't let him win this little game, but thought of calling him by his first name—of breaking the delicate balance of their relationship—left her off-kilter.
It was too personal, too intimate.
And yet… the way he was looking at her, that confident smirk on his face, made her feel like she couldn't back down now.
With a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, steeling herself.
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When she opened them again, she met Miyuki's gaze head-on, her expression firm. "Miyuki," she said, her voice soft but steady.
Miyuki blinked, momentarily taken aback by how easily his name rolled off her tongue.
For a second, he lost his composure, the teasing smirk fading as a light blush crept up his own cheeks.
He hadn't expected her to actually say it, let alone with such grace.
Kaguya noticed his flustered state and, despite the lingering warmth in her cheeks, allowed herself a small, triumphant smile.
"Satisfied now, Miyuki?" she added, the name rolling off her tongue again with a deliberate emphasis.
Miyuki quickly straightened up, trying to regain his usual confident demeanor.
He coughed, clearing his throat. "Y-Yeah… that's good. I just… wanted to hear it, you know?"
Kaguya's smile widened ever so slightly, her eyes gleaming with victory.
"Of course," she replied, her tone sweet and laced with subtle mockery. "Anything for you, Miyuki."
The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, both of them acutely aware of the shift that had just occurred.
Neither wanted to acknowledge it outright, but there was no denying that something had changed.
The teasing battle might have been over, but the war between them was far from finished.
"A...Anything for you, Miyuki."
Narcissa was just about to kiss her forehead as a loving gesture after being harshly reprimanded by Lucius for breaking a small object in the house.
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