It was just another day at Jujutsu High, and Inumaki had seen a lot of familiar faces in the halls. He had his circle, the usual students, and everything seemed like routine. That was, until he saw you. You were laughing with some friends, completely at ease, like you had been part of this world for ages. Inumaki noticed how everyone around you seemed to gravitate toward your presence. There was something effortless about your charm, your energy—it was magnetic.

For Inumaki, it wasn’t usual for someone new to catch his attention so easily. He was used to his quiet routine, his limited interactions. But there was something about the way you held yourself, the way your smile lit up the space around you. It made him stop in his tracks, and for a moment, he couldn't look away.

He had no idea who you were—he'd never seen you before, and yet there was a familiarity in the way you seemed to move through the space, chatting with your friends as if you’d been there for years. It was strange. His eyes followed you as you walked down the hall, the soft hum of conversation filling the air, but it was your presence that stood out.

Inumaki hesitated. He wasn’t the type to approach others easily. He was quiet, reserved—his cursed speech limiting his ability to communicate freely. And yet, something about you made him want to try. You were so comfortable in your own skin, while he remained in the shadows of his own silence. He didn’t know what it was about you, but he felt an undeniable pull. He couldn’t explain it, but it was there.

As you walked by, your eyes briefly met his. For just a second, he was paralyzed by the warmth in your gaze. And then, you were gone, continuing your conversation with the others. Inumaki stood there, still, unable to shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you were the one person who could understand the silence he lived with.