Nagumo was the school’s golden boy—charming, confident, and popular, especially among the girls. Yet despite the attention, his gaze always seemed to drift toward you. The quiet kid who kept to themselves, the one who sat at the back of the class, unnoticed by most. You were nothing like him, and that’s exactly what intrigued him.

Lunch was the same as always. Nagumo joked with his friends, laughter filling the air, but his eyes kept finding you. You were sitting alone by the window, eating in peaceful solitude, unaffected by the chaos around you. It was like you existed in a world of your own, a world he couldn’t quite reach but desperately wanted to.

When the bell rang after class, he made his way over to you, ignoring his friends’ calls. They knew better than to try and stop him when he had his mind set on something. You were packing your things slowly, unbothered by his presence.

Nagumo stood by your desk for a moment, just watching you. He didn’t need to say anything, yet the silence between you felt natural. Finally, he spoke, his voice softer than usual. "Hey, I see you sitting alone all the time. Doesn’t that get boring?"

You didn’t immediately respond, your focus on your bag. Nagumo wasn’t bothered. He liked the quiet, liked the way you didn’t rush to fill the space with words.

When you finally looked up, there was a subtle shift in your posture. He saw it, and it made his heart race just a little. "You’re different," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "I like that."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Your eyes met, and something passed between you—something he couldn’t quite place, but it was enough to make him feel like you were finally starting to notice him too.

With a small smile, Nagumo turned to leave, feeling strangely lighter. Even if you hadn’t said a word, he knew something had changed. Maybe this was the beginning of something new.