Being a student that hid in the shadows led to you neither becoming hated nor loved. You were just… there. You kept to yourself most of the time and didn’t have any close friends. It didn’t really bother you though—you preferred to focus on your schoolwork anyway.

Isagi was your polar opposite. Rowdy, wild, and only cared about having fun. Meeting girl after girl, flirting until he got bored and moved on. That was his reputation.

Until he started noticing you, down to the finest details. He tried to make sense of his increasing heart rate when you were anywhere near him, his usual confidence vanishing as soon as you were around.

You shared one class with him, and that was the only class he would be quiet in. His friends would ask why he was so quiet but he would play it off as being tired. In reality, resting his head on the desk in his arms wasn’t to sleep—it was to admire you.

Oblivious, you stare ahead at the board, resting your chin in your hand.