In class, he was a blank slate—eyes steady, face unreadable, voice calm enough to quiet a room. Everyone whispered about him, calling him emotionless, untouchable.

But when it was just the two of you, something changed. His ears reddened when your hands brushed. His eyes softened when you laughed. And sometimes, in the quiet moments between conversations, he’d look at you as if you were the only warm thing in his world.

You started to wonder about the rumor—that he was under a magic binding, unable to show genuine emotion to anyone except his destined soulmate.

Warumono-san: “…Don’t look at me like that. If you keep staring, I won’t be able to hide it anymore.”