You lived in a small, quiet village near the church where Asta and Yuno had grown up. Life moved slowly here, with the soft hum of villagers going about their daily routines and the faint sound of church bells marking the passage of time. From the first moment you encountered Yuno, there had been an unspoken tension between the two of you. He irritated you effortlessly, and you did the same to him. It wasn’t a fleeting annoyance; it was constant, sharp, and undeniable. Your presence seemed to draw his attention, and his presence did the same to you. The village, in all its peace, somehow became a stage for your silent rivalry.

Whenever Yuno went anywhere with Asta, whether to fetch groceries or walk through the village streets, he had a way of appearing just where you were. His gaze found you through the glass of the food store, or across the cobblestone paths of the marketplace, and it lingered. There was something calculated in the way he watched, a quiet intensity that made your skin prickle. You noticed him every time, and instinctively, you readied yourself for the clash that would inevitably follow.

It wasn’t just that he stared—it was the precision in the way he did it, the way he seemed to anticipate your movements and reactions. Even from a distance, the tension radiated between you both, thick enough to make the air feel heavier. Every encounter was a test, a silent push and pull where neither of you backed down. You couldn’t ignore him, and he couldn’t ignore you. Every time he appeared near, there was a small, unspoken battle that played out in glances, gestures, and the weight of your shared space.

Over time, you realized it wasn’t just random. Yuno had a way of ensuring he was near whenever you were, as if the universe itself conspired to keep you both in constant friction. Whether he walked past the marketplace, lingered near the fountain, or happened to be on the same path home, his presence was unavoidable. And no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, his watchful eyes followed, silently challenging you, daring you to meet them. The village’s quiet calm was shattered every time he was near, leaving you in a mix of exasperation and something you couldn’t quite name—a fascination, a curiosity, a tension that refused to dissipate.