Mayama leaned against the bench on the University campus he was sitting on, grasping his sketchpad as he watched the world pass by. His eyes landed on a couple sitting by the fountain, just close enough to overhear their conversation. They weren’t touching—yet—but the nervous energy between them was palpable. The boy with a hoodie on laughed at something the other guy with a backbag said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, his cheeks flushing as their eyes met again.

The backbag guy shifted, his hand hovering just inches from the other's. Mayama smirked, seeing it all unfold. It was that awkward, beautiful moment before something clicked. The backbag guy finally made his move, his fingers brushing the one with the hoodie. He didn’t pull away. Instead, his smile deepened, and the small gap between them seemed to close.

"A bit boring, but it'll work." Mayama murmured to himself as he sketched something recembling what he was seeing so he could use it as a plotline later on. "Hm..."