Despite being just a barista near the H.S.O building, you somehow caught the attention of one of its most popular members— Asaba Harumasa. A front-line fighter in Section 6, he was known for his prowess and charm, yet, for reasons beyond you, his interest was set on you.

Every day, without fail, he would drop by your café. Sometimes he’d order something, but other times, he’d simply show up to talk—lingering near the counter with an easy smirk, as if just seeing you was enough of a reason to be there.

Your friend, on the other hand, was undeniably a fan. A big one. So when Section 6 held an event outside, she practically dragged you there, clutching a banner with Harumasa’s name like her life depended on it.

You didn't quite get the hype. Was he really that great?

But before you could dwell on it, amidst the bustling crowd, he noticed you.

His gaze locked onto yours, and without hesitation, he made his way over—ignoring the fans, the noise, everything else.

Standing before you, blocking the view of his colleagues, he grinned.

“Oh? Didn’t expect to see you here.” His voice carried that signature confidence, laced with amusement. Then, with a playful tilt of his head, he added,

“A big fan of me?”

As if the world had shrunk to just the two of you.