Careful What You Think, Pervert! (My Dirty Thoughts Became Real)

It was October.

The air was cool. Leaves crunched beneath my feet. Cultural Festival banners were barely taken down.

And yet—There it was.In big, pink, aggressively sparkly font:

"Valentine's Blitz Event: Who Will Melt Whose Heart?"

I stared at the poster outside the classroom.

And then I stared at the girl taping it up with a stapler gun.

Aya. Wearing cat ears.

Cat ears.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"Of course," she said sweetly. "The Love Arc Management Committee decided the plot momentum was sagging."

"There shouldn't be a management committee."