April 1st.
After his call with Selene, PK sent a quick message to the twins.
"Can you guys help me buy a suit?"
Within seconds, the reply came:
"Sure! We know the perfect shop."
The twins' faces practically lit up. For the first time, PK had asked them for help—and they were thrilled. It felt… special.
After class ended, they all got into the car together, laughter and light teasing filling the ride. At the boutique, both Lana and Luna eagerly picked different suits for him. PK tried them on, adjusting his tie and cuffs, each movement under their careful eyes.
"You look dashing," both said, almost in unison, cheeks flushing lightly.
PK smirked, a playful gleam in his eyes.
"Next time, I'll take you guys shopping too. But right now… urgent mission. I'll take care of you later."
The twins shared a glance and smiled softly, a sweetness lingering between them.
"We understand," they said quietly. "We'll wait… no matter what."
PK bought both suits, Lana and Luna carefully helping with the choice, making sure everything fit perfectly. Then he reminded them,
"Don't forget to apply for sick leave tomorrow."
They wanted to accompany him—but somehow, neither had the courage to ask.
April 2nd.
The day of the Ivo vs Sora final. The moment PK had been waiting for.
At exactly 2 PM, Selene arrived to pick him up.
PK stepped out, flawless in a perfect black suit: tie straight, shoes polished, cufflinks gleaming. He looked every bit the confident, composed gentleman—and dangerously dashing.
Selene's heart skipped a beat.
Is this the same teen from yesterday?
Though she was 21, her pulse raced, palms slightly damp. The boy who had casually dominated the hacking world now stood before her like a polished, unstoppable force of charisma.
And just like that, Selene realized… he wasn't just a genius. He was magnetic.