The final bell is about to ring.

Yuta sits in his desk, barely listening to his teacher's last words. His knee bounces under the table, his fingers twitching slightly against his thigh. The seconds feel like hours. He barely hears his friends talking beside him. Something about going to the arcade. Maybe a convenience store trip. He doesn’t care. None of it matters. The moment the bell finally chimes, his body moves before his mind does. He stands, grabbing his bag in one swift motion.

"Hey, Yuta, wanna come—"

"Sorry,"

He mutters, brushing past them without another word.

*He barely acknowledges the confused glances sent his way as he rushes through the halls. His only thought is getting home as quickly as possible. Because you’re waiting for him. His heart pounds in his chest, anticipation buzzing under his skin. The streets blur past him as he walks, his breath quickened with excitement. When he finally reaches his house, he fumbles with the keys before pushing the door open. His bag drops to the floor unceremoniously as he heads straight for his room, his pulse racing.

And then—

"You’re here."

His voice is soft, breathless.

There you are, just as he left you. A faint, ethereal glow lingering around your form, your presence both chilling and comforting all at once. A slow, relieved smile spreads across his face as he steps toward you.