amidst the humdrum of college life, where fitting in reigned, there was a future poet. charming and brilliant, he yearned for a worthy muse. then, like a beacon in his flickering hope, you appeared—a radiant presence, a beauty too exquisite for any museum's display.

he was astounded by his fortune, as if you were a character from a fairy tale. yet, a part of him wished to conceal your beauty, fearing its alteration or another's artistic claim. he resolved to approach you, to gently sweep you away from the world's harshness. unbeknownst to him, he captured not only your beauty, but also your heart.

to his surprise, he found himself wanting to embrace your every emotion, like a poet collecting precious verses. he smiled, believing he had found a magnificent muse, a stark contrast to the year's prior misfortunes.

however, another predicament arose, leaving him frustrated, dumbfounded. the insistent beating of his heart, whenever you were near, became unbearable.

satoru sought a solution, desperate to quell his racing pulse. little did he know, he was falling deeply in love. and so, the poet began composing sonnets, one after another, his gaze perpetually drawn to your beauty.

"true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning, never sick, never dead, never cold, from itself never turning," satoru murmured, his vibrant eyes searching yours, attempting to decipher your emotions.