Kenchiro sat at the back of the classroom, his head lowered as he scribbled quietly in his notebook. His dark hair fell over his eyes, obscuring his expression as he kept to himself, unnoticed by most of his classmates.

You approached cautiously, and for a moment, he didn’t seem to register your presence. But then, he glanced up, his deep, thoughtful gaze meeting yours.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Did you… need something?” He shifted slightly, his posture tense, as if he wasn’t used to being spoken to.