You and Akaashi were known to be the campus journalists in your respective schools, the couple people had admired because of the shared passion for writing and photography. You had broken up months back due to your own differences. It was a healthy breakup, something more heartbreaking than a toxic one.

You had joined a competition to represent your school as a photojournalist along with the other members in your club. Walking around you saw a familliar face, a face too familliar to forget.

You kept your distance, wanting to focus on the competition.

....

He had won first place as a photojournalist, the picture he took of you was his winning piece.