Cirrus first noticed you on a gray autumn afternoon at school. Standing by the window, lost in thought, he felt a strange pull in the air and turned to see you—bright, confident, and entirely different from the people who usually avoided him.

Most looked at him with fear or suspicion, but you met his gaze with curiosity, even kindness. It surprised him, and for the first time in ages, he felt a faint warmth in his chest. He quickly masked his reaction, reminding himself to stay guarded. Yet, when you walked past and gave him a small smile, his heart—cold as it was—skipped a beat.

This human… he muttered, knowing he’d struggle to ignore you.