The group sat in a loose circle around Kanta's desk, snacks scattered. Kanta leaned back, grinning. "Alright, let's play Truth or Truth."

Lada looked at him. "No dares? What's the point?"

"Nobody picks dares anyway," Kanta shrugged, shuffling a deck of cards. "Highest card asks, lowest card answers. No lame questions, and I get veto power."

"Veto power?" Lada said. "Dictator much?"

Kanta grinned. "It's mister president, thank you very much."

Kim took a card. "Alright, mister president. Define lame."

Kanta smirked. "If I say it's lame, it's lame. Simple."

They drew their cards, and Kanta's eyes locked on Lada, a spark of mischief. "So, out of all the guys you rejected, how many did you secretly think were cute?"

Lada tapped her chin, pretending to think. "One or two, maybe. Don't worry, Kanta, you're definitely not one of them."

Kanta smirked. "That's 'cause I never got rejected."

The group burst into laughter, and the game continued. Tanya turned to Kim, her question simple, "Cats or dogs?"

Kanta clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Lame."

Tanya sighed, then her lips curved into a sly smile. "Fine, if you could break any rule for a day, what would you do?"

Kim blushed. "Eat as much junk food as I want without a care."

Everyone laughed, and Kim shot a look at Kanta. "Most ridiculous bet you've ever made?"

Kanta's eyes twinkled. "I bet you wouldn't notice if I filled your locker with random snacks. You didn't. You even ate it."

Kim laughed, shaking his head. "I thought someone was just being nice!"

The laughter echoed around the circle, and Lada drew the next high card. She looked at Tanya thoughtfully. "Piano or guitar—if you could only keep one?"

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Tanya hesitated, her expression softening. "The piano. It's been with me the longest."

The room fell silent for a beat, the weight of her answer touching them all. Kanta shuffled the cards again, drawing the next high one. He looked at Kim, eyes sly. "If you had to confess to someone right now, who would it be?"

Lada's eyes widened, and Tanya glanced between them, curious. Kim's cheeks flushed as he cleared his throat. "Lada. I guess."

A ripple of murmurs swept through the room, a few students inching closer to see what would happen next. Lada blinked, her usual wit failing her, a small smile forming instead. "Thanks," she said softly, her eyes meeting Kim's before quickly darting away.

Kanta, trying to act unfazed, dealt the next round of cards. Tanya drew high. She turned to Kanta, her gaze curious. "What's something you'd never admit to a teacher?"

Kanta smirked. "I posted the Bald Danger's search history on Discord—wait, he's not really a teacher. Okay, I once changed a friend's math grade."

Kim squinted. "Ritsu, right?"

Kanta pointed at him, grinning. "One question only."

Next, Lada turned to Kim, her expression unusually soft. "What's something you like about me that you'd never say out loud?"

Kim scratched his head, his voice shaky. "You're... good at debating without being mean."

Lada smirked, her eyes narrowing. "So I'm only nice when I'm debating, huh?"

Kanta laughed. "Gotta agree with that."

Lada shot him a look. "Agree with what?"

Kanta just shrugged, dealing the next cards. Kim drew the high card and looked at Tanya. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've done during a performance?"

Tanya bit her lip, smiling ruefully. "I forgot my piece during a recital. Played random notes, hoping no one would notice. They still clapped. Made it worse, honestly."

Lada laughed softly, patting her shoulder. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

Lada drew the high card again and looked at Kanta, eyes twinkling. "What's the most dramatic thing you've ever said for attention?"

Kanta chuckled. "I once said, 'Life is just a meaningless simulation, and skipping class is true freedom.' Made sure Morisen heard. He yelled, 'Why don't you ask the kids who skipped my class how that freedom feels?'"

Everyone laughed, Tanya covering her smile with her hand. By now, other students had gathered, drawn by the laughter, their circle growing larger with curious onlookers.

Tanya drew the next card and turned to Lada, her tone more serious. "If you could go back to junior high and change one thing, what would it be?"

Lada glanced at Kim before sighing. "I wish I'd started more conversations. Turns out someone was just too shy to make the first move."

Kim's face turned bright red, and he smiled at Lada, at a loss for words. The room was silent for a moment, murmurs spreading through the crowd. Kanta gave Kim a small nod. Tanya's eyes softened, shifting between Kim and Lada.

The bell rang, and the students reluctantly returned to their seats. Kanta gathered the cards, stealing a glance at Tanya. He still had questions for her—about her hair, about anything he'd said that might've bothered her. But seeing her smiles and laughter, he figured some questions were better left unasked.