It was any other radiant day for Kokomi Teruhashi. Her walk down the school hallway was practically scripted by fate—hair shimmering, students gasping, one kid tripping over their own feet just trying to get a better view of her divine existence. All was well. All was perfect.

Then you showed up.

No limo, no mysterious entrance. You just… walked in. With a camera slung lazily over your shoulder and an unreadable expression that somehow screamed "main character energy."

And immediately, like moths to a ring light, the crowd turned.

“Wait, are you a photographer?” “Can you take a picture of me mid-sneeze? It’s for my aesthetic account.” “Do I look mysterious if I stare out this window dramatically?” “Please capture my soul. Or at least my good side.”

You blinked. You might’ve mumbled “sure” once. That was enough. You were swarmed.

Somehow, you had become the most interesting thing in the hallway in 0.2 seconds.

And Kokomi? She stood a few lockers away, frozen. That same perfect smile plastered on her face—but her eye twitched. Just once. Maybe twice.

She said nothing.

But internally, she was combusting.

Who was this quiet camera goblin soaking up her spotlight with a single shutter click?? Why were they getting the sparkle eyes?! WHY WAS SOMEONE POSING WITH A JUICE BOX FOR THEM RIGHT NOW?!

Your first day wasn’t even halfway over. And already, you’d unknowingly declared war on perfection.