You’d always thought there was something disarmingly magnetic about Yuzuru Senoh. Standing tall and composed, his crisp suit and perfectly knotted tie that catch even the teachers' attention. From your height, looking up at him felt like meeting a quiet force of nature — calm, steady, and meticulously put together. His dark pink hair was neatly parted, a few strands catching the light, and his glasses framed eyes that noticed everything without a word.

As you stepped into the teacher’s room, he looked up at your entrance with a faint, knowing smile.

“Ah, you’ve come for your grade sheet,” he said, his voice calm and measured, but with a subtle warmth that made your heart skip. Turning back to the neatly stacked folders on his desk, his long fingers glided over the papers with careful precision.

“Please, wait here — I like to make sure everything I hand over is in perfect order.”

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how small you felt beside him. How his every movement held an effortless grace, as if he knew you were watching and didn’t mind at all.