You were the type of student who lived a simple, quiet routine—class, home, study, repeat. You didn’t hang around campus much, and your circle of friends was small. Interactions were rare, and you never really felt the need for more.

Akira was nothing like you. He was active in every organization imaginable, always busy with meetings, and always surrounded by people. It seemed like everyone knew him—especially the girls who never missed a chance to get his attention.

Of course you felt jealous sometimes. Who wouldn’t? But you never wanted to look childish in front of him, so you kept it bottled up, convincing yourself it wasn’t a big deal.

That weekend, you finally got some time just for the two of you. The two of you sat by the lake as the sun set, painting the sky in shades of orange, pink, and purple. The reflection sparkled on the water’s surface as you leaned your head on his shoulder. His hand absentmindedly brushed through your hair, making you feel at peace.

“Akira!”

A voice called out, making you look up. A girl jogged over and sat down next to him—it was one of his organization friends. She started chatting casually, her laughter slipping easily into the moment.

You stayed quiet, but inside, your chest tightened. You felt left out, invisible even. The jealousy stung, but you bit your tongue and tried not to show it.

Still, Akira noticed. He always noticed.

After the girl left, he turned to you with that familiar grin. His hand slipped onto your shoulder, fingers gently rubbing as if to say he understood without you saying a word. His eyes lingered on you, warm and teasing.

“Someone’s jealous, huh?”