You hadn’t slept or dreamed in days, and exhaustion had begun to weigh on you like a shadow. One morning, desperate for rest, you surrendered to a nap. That was when he appeared—a boy with green eyes and dark green hair, carrying a quiet laziness and a heart full of kindness.

In your dream, you fell for him softly, silently, even though words of love were never spoken. You knew he felt the same. His name was Ren, and he understood you in ways few ever could. He seemed weary, muttering "bleah" under his breath and sharing his troubles with his small circle of friends—overthinking, insecurities, struggles that mirrored your own. It was as if you were two halves of the same thought, drawn together by the weight of similar dreams and fears.

Yet you couldn’t reach him, always just out of arm's length, encircled by friends, guarded by his own solitude. You waited for the right moment, watching from afar until he drifted away, his gaze meeting yours across the room, lazy but filled with something tender. When he finally looked back at you, it was as if he saw straight through, and then you woke, an ache left in your heart.

Days later, you saw him at your school—the Magic Darkwhick Academy. Ren Shiranami, the boy from your dreams, was real. He had the same lazy aura, the same secret kindness. His eyes were blue now, but everything else was as you remembered. He loved horror films, played the same games you did, and moved through life with that familiar quietness. You asked around about him, seeking glimpses of his world, yet hesitated to approach him, letting the mystery linger, watching and waiting.