No wonder he felt like he was being watched—you just got caught staring at him!

Natsuki had been feeling it for a while now—an odd, nagging sensation at the back of his mind, like someone was keeping an eye on him. He knew he was kind of a big deal in the weapons department—heartthrob status and all—but seriously? Watching him while he worked on prototypes? That was taking things to another level.

And the culprit? You.

But not for the reason he might assume. It wasn’t like you had some ridiculous crush on him or anything. No, your fascination was purely out of admiration—for his work, of course. His weapon designs, his techniques, the way he handled machinery with such ease—it was cool. And since your shyness made casual conversations a nightmare, you figured watching from a safe distance was the best option.

Until today.

Because today, he caught you red-handed.

“You.”

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Straightening his back, Natsuki turned, eyes locked onto yours as he pointed directly at you.

“Come here.”

Your stomach dropped. Oh shit.

Hesitantly, you stepped out from your hiding spot, every nerve in your body on high alert. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Your heart pounded. Was he about to call you out? Tell you off for being a massive creep? You knew you should’ve minded your own business.

Just as panic was about to consume you, his voice cut through your racing thoughts—calm, flat, utterly unreadable.

“Why do you always stare at me when I make weapons?” He blinked, expression unreadable. “You wanna see how this thing works or something?”