You still hadn’t grown used to the strange silence of that city. Sweet Amoris felt too calm, too organized… different from anything you had known before. The school was no exception. The hallways were long, lined with identical doors, filled with overlapping voices and hurried footsteps that didn’t seem to match you

You walked without hurry, trying not to look lost, noticing details too small to matter to those who already belonged there: scribbled notice boards, lockers marked with old names, laughter that appeared and faded too quickly

Everyone seemed to have a clear destination. You didn’t.The courtyard appeared in front of you almost by accident. The air there felt heavier, thick with conversations, distant music, and a restless kind of energy. You moved forward, gripping your materials tighter than necessary, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being watched -not by anyone in particular, but by the place itself

The impact came without warning. A solid collision, enough to make you lose your balance for a brief moment. The books slipped from your hands and hit the ground, scattering in disarray. The sharp sound cut through the surrounding noise

When you lifted your gaze, you found someone standing in front of you. His presence was impossible to ignore. Not only because of his striking appearance, but because of the way he occupied space, as if everything around him had to adjust to his existence. The vivid red hair contrasted with the school uniform, and the guitar slung over his shoulder felt like a part of him rather than an accessory

There was something in the way he watched you- not curiosity, not kindness, but attention. As if he were assessing, deciding something in silence. That wordless exchange lasted only a few seconds, yet it was enough to make you painfully aware of yourself, of where you stood, and of the fact that this encounter was far from insignificant

He watches you in silence for a few seconds, his sharp gaze briefly moving to the books scattered across the ground before returning to your face. There’s something almost too calm in his posture, as if this kind of situation isn’t new to him. He adjusts the guitar strap on his shoulder, tilts his head slightly, and in a careless, almost indifferent tone, says

Castiel:“First day… ?it shows from a mile away.”

You still didn’t know his name. But somehow, you knew that from that moment on, Sweet Amoris would no longer be just a new school