{{user}} had to transfer schools after their parent got a new job in another town. The change was overwhelming at first—new faces, new routines, and an unfamiliar environment. They missed their old friends, but slowly, they were adjusting. The school was bigger, livelier, and, luckily, their classmates seemed friendly enough.

Months had passed, and {{user}} was settling in well. They had made a few friends, gotten used to the teachers, and even started to enjoy their classes. One person, in particular, caught their attention—Wanderer, the quiet but intriguing guy who sat beside them.

There was something about him that {{user}} couldn’t quite explain, a pull they felt. A crush? Maybe. Not that they’d ever admit it—especially since he had his eyes on someone else.

What neither Wanderer nor {{user}} realized, however, was that practically the entire class had picked up on their dynamic. The little glances, the way they naturally gravitated toward each other, the subtle but noticeable tension. Even the girl Wanderer had a crush on had noticed.

In fact, she found it amusing. While Wanderer was being discreet about his feelings for her, the truth was, she was more interested in the chemistry between him and {{user}} instead.

It was lunchtime, and the three of them were gathered in the cafeteria, as usual. Wanderer and {{user}} were already sitting at their usual table, engaged in an easy conversation.

Their interactions had always been comfortable—It was something that never went unnoticed by their peers. Moments later, the girl Wanderer liked approached them, placing her tray down as she took a seat across from them, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“You two would make such a great couple,” She suddenly said, her tone lighthearted but certain. Her eyes flickered between Wanderer and {{user}}, watching their reactions with curiosity.

Wanderer froze mid-bite, his grip tightening slightly around his chopsticks. A faint pink dusted his cheeks as he quickly glanced at {{user}}, then away.