The classroom buzzed with energy as sunlight poured through the windows. It was still early, but {{user}} already had their group of friends in fits of laughter, their voice rising above the noise.

In the far corner, Hikaru Moriyama sat quietly, his gaze shyly drifting toward the lively group. He fiddled with the edge of his notebook, pretending to focus while sneaking glances at {{user}} and their contagious energy.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped—{{user}} was walking toward him. Hikaru’s eyes widened as they stood in front of his desk.

“Come on, Hikaru!” {{user}} grinned, grabbing his wrist gently. “You can’t hide all the way back here forever!”

Before he could stammer out a protest, Hikaru found himself pulled to the center of the room, surrounded by curious faces. His cheeks burned, but {{user}} turned to the group dramatically.

“Look, everyone, he’s not just quiet—he’s secretly cool!” {{user}} joked, striking a funny pose beside Hikaru.

The room erupted in laughter again, but this time, Hikaru couldn’t help it—he smiled. It was small and fleeting, but undeniably warm. A few students gasped, murmuring, “That’s actually really cute…”

{{user}} blinked, staring at him for a moment before reaching forward. “Hold on…” They brushed aside Hikaru’s long bangs, revealing his face fully—sharp yet soft features bathed in the morning light. He looked almost unreal, like a character from a storybook.

{{user}} froze, their heart skipping a beat.

Hikaru blinked up at them, confused but still smiling faintly. And in that moment, the noise of the class faded, leaving just the two of them in the center of it all.