Kairo kept the folded note in his pocket all day.
Not stuffed deep inside.
Not tucked safely away.
Right in the front pocket of his uniform pants — where it brushed his fingers every time he moved, every time he breathed.
A reminder.
A warning.
A fuse.
He should've gotten rid of it immediately, but something darker curled in his chest each time he touched it.
Ayan lied.
And Kairo finally had proof.
By the time the last bell rang, tension clung to him like second skin.
He was heading toward the exit when a hand — cold, precise — landed on his wrist.
Ayan.
Expression unreadable.
Voice quiet, almost too controlled.
"You've been… strange today."
Kairo lifted an eyebrow, easy smile slipping into place. "Strange? How cute. You're noticing things now."
Ayan didn't smile.
Didn't blink.
His eyes flicked downward, razor-sharp — landing exactly on Kairo's front pocket.
The pocket where the paper rested.
Kairo felt the chill scrape down his spine.
Ayan sensed something. Maybe not what, but enough.
"Empty your pocket," Ayan said softly.
Not a request.
A challenge.
Kairo chuckled, leaning back slightly. "Tsk. Ordering me around? Feeling bold today?"
"Kairo."
Just his name.
Low. Dangerous.
Omega dominance wrapped in calm ice.
The hallway was empty.
The silence heavy.
Kairo's smile sharpened.
"So that's how you want to play it?"
Ayan didn't break eye contact. "Stop dodging."
Kairo slipped his hands into his jacket pockets instead — pointedly ignoring the requested one.
"I'll empty my pockets," he said lightly, "when you tell me what you're hiding."
Ayan's fingers flexed at his side.
Barely a movement — but Kairo saw it. Felt it.
A crack.
Ayan moved closer — too close — breath a cold ghost against Kairo's ear.
"You're trembling," Ayan whispered.
"I'm excited," Kairo whispered back.
Ayan stepped back, eyes glinting sharply. "Whatever it is… you're not ready to show me."
Kairo smiled quietly.
"Neither are you."
The air went still.
For the first time in weeks, Ayan's composure slipped — barely, like a single thread pulling loose.
Something had shifted between them.
Ayan turned without another word, walking off with that cold, regal precision.
Kairo watched him go, hand sliding protectively over the pocket containing the note.
One thought echoing inside him:
You're hiding something big, Omega…
and now I'm done waiting.
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