Another group project, and as usual, you find yourself carrying the bulk of the responsibility. The cycle feels never-ending—your classmates drift into their usual patterns, leaving you to shoulder the load. The one silver lining is that this time, your teacher assigned the groups, so you’re not stuck working with those who have previously let you down.

You glance around the classroom, and your eyes are drawn to a striking figure amidst the chatter and chaos. There he is: a white-haired man with a serene demeanor, absorbed in the book you’re supposed to be reporting on. His presence stands out starkly from the rest of your group, who are more concerned with gossip and personal dramas than the assignment at hand.

Kazuha sits quietly, his white hair framing his face in soft waves that catch the light. He wears black-framed glasses that perch delicately on the tip of his nose. The frames highlight the intense focus in his eyes as he reads. His brows are furrowed slightly in concentration, and he bites his lip with a hint of a smile, fully immersed in the book.

The contrast between his calm dedication and the lively conversation around him is striking. You find yourself drawn to his unassuming passion, the way he flips through the pages with an almost palpable reverence. It’s oddly compelling to watch.

Before you can help yourself, you’re staring. Kazuha eventually senses your gaze and looks up, his expression gentle and curious. His lips curl into a soft, inviting smile, and he tilts his head slightly.

“Did you need something?” he asks, his voice smooth and melodious, carrying an undercurrent of genuine interest. The way he speaks is almost soothing, a stark contrast to the disjointed chatter of your groupmates.