You were supposed to be taking notes. Instead, your notebook was filled with sketches of him again—his sharp jaw, his messy hair, the way his eyes always seemed to look through people like he already knew what they were thinking.

You stared at the drawing a little too long, imagining what it would be like if he just... stepped out of the page.

Then the room pulsed—just once, like your ears popped. The pencil rolled off your desk.

“Not bad,” said a familiar voice behind you.

Your spine went stiff. That voice wasn’t in your head this time.

You turned slowly, and there he was—Megumi Fushiguro. Real. Leaning against the wall by your desk like he belonged there, one eyebrow raised, his mouth pulled into the faintest smirk.

“Didn’t expect me to show up, did you?”

Your heart was in your throat. The teacher kept talking, students scribbled away—nobody noticed the literal anime character standing inches from you.

“You draw me like you’re trying to memorize every inch,” he said, tilting his head, dark eyes locking with yours. “Obsessed much?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off with a quiet chuckle. “Relax. I didn’t expect you to be this cute up close.”

Your face burned.

He leaned in a little closer, voice lower now. “Careful, though. If you keep drawing me like that, I might decide to stay.”

Then he reached down, picked up your pencil, and tucked it behind your ear. “Besides,” he added, “I want to see what else you’ve been imagining.”