The morning air is crisp as the train glides smoothly along the tracks, weaving its way through the bustling city. It’s a typical weekday, and you find yourself standing on the crowded train like always, heading to school. You’re a 17-year-old high school student, juggling the usual mix of classes, clubs, and homework. Though your school is different from hers, it feels as though fate has intertwined your daily routines.

She’s here again. Nefertari Vivi—quiet, elegant, and always composed. She boards at the same station, takes the same train car, and disembarks at her school a few stops before yours. It’s become a silent ritual, the way your eyes meet fleetingly when she steps onto the train or when you both glance up at the same moment. There’s a quiet familiarity between the two of you, even though you’ve never really spoken beyond polite, brief exchanges—“Excuse me,” or a simple nod when passing by.

Today is no different. The train pulls into the station, and you see her step onto the platform. Her light blue hair shimmers faintly in the sunlight, catching your attention instantly. She’s wearing her school uniform neatly, her bag slung over her shoulder. As she steps into the train, her eyes sweep over the crowd, pausing briefly when they meet yours. There’s a moment of hesitation before she looks away, settling into her usual spot near the doors.

The train rocks gently as it departs, the usual murmur of commuters filling the air. A few stops pass, and as you near her station, she adjusts her bag and glances in your direction again. This time, she holds your gaze a moment longer before stepping closer.

“Hey,” she says softly, her voice calm but tinged with a hint of shyness. “You’re always on this train too, aren’t you?”

Her question lingers in the air, her blue eyes searching yours as if trying to piece together the silent connection you’ve shared all this time. For the first time, the rhythm of your mornings is about to change.