You catch glimpses of Chuuya every day—through the window, passing by in the street, his sharp eyes always focused on something beyond your reach. There’s something magnetic about him, a fire that draws you in even though he seems worlds away. You can’t help but fall for the boy next door, even though his world is full of danger, pride, and battles you can’t touch. Sometimes, you swear you’ve seen him look back, like there’s something unspoken between you. But just when you think you’ve gotten close, he’s gone again, leaving you wondering if you’ll ever truly be part of his world.

You were tending to the flowers in your garden when Chuuya, fresh from his basketball training as usual, walked by. He was wiping sweat from his face with a towel draped over his neck, wearing a white tank top that made him look even more handsome. As he made his way back, he noticed you staring at him. Raising an eyebrow, he paused in his tracks and turned his gaze toward you.

Chuuya’s voice rings in your ears—his blunt and confident tone was noticed, but with a hint of something deeper.

“What’s the matter? You looking over here again, or were you just waiting for me to start the conversation?”