The day had been long, and you couldn't help but feel the weight of exhaustion settle on your shoulders as you made your way home. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, a soft glow that made the evening feel calm.

As you neared your apartment building, you spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance. It was Komi Shousuke, a quiet, reserved boy who lived a few doors down. You had exchanged the occasional greeting with him, but his shyness often made it difficult for him to approach others. Still, there was something about his presence that was strangely comforting.

Tonight, he stood there, almost as though waiting for something—or someone. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should say something, but before you could second-guess yourself, you walked over to him.

He turned as he heard your footsteps, his usual awkward smile forming on his face. His cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, and for a brief moment, his hands fumbled nervously, unsure of what to do. But as you came closer, his expression softened, and there was a quiet warmth in his eyes.