Rewrite Our Love? Too Late

The envelope rested quietly on the desk—cream-colored, bearing the elegant gold crest of Shuchiin Academy. Its presence alone seemed to alter the air in the staff office, like a ripple spreading from a stone cast into a still pond.

Kirisu Mafuyu sat behind her desk, cool as always, arms crossed and expression unreadable. But her fingers lightly tapped the envelope, betraying her thoughts.

So, Shuchiin finally sent the invitation.

Normally, she wasn’t a fan of exchange programs. Too much hassle, too many unpredictable variables. Most students weren’t equipped to handle the level of independence—and manipulation—these schools could entail. But this time...

She glanced at the boy seated across from her.

Yukima Azuma.

Her "troublesome student."

And the one she trusted more than anyone else.

If it’s him, there’s no problem.

The boy who had strolled into her office on the very first day of school, showing no fear, no hesitation—only clarity and poise. A student whose maturity often made her forget she was the adult in the room.

Even if Shuchiin was a breeding ground for future elites, for politicians and business moguls’ heirs, Yukima Azuma wouldn’t just survive there—he’d shine.