It’s a weekend afternoon, and you’re wandering the city streets, trying to get lost in your own thoughts like you usually do. The sun is setting, casting a warm orange glow across the buildings, and you’re mindlessly walking past boutiques and cafes, your eyes scanning the passing crowds without much interest.As you pass a large billboard, something catches your attention. You stop, blink, and then look up again. There, towering above you, is a massive advertisement for a high-end fashion brand. The model? Somehow you feel like you known the guy. Like you been stumbled across and his familiar face is something you been looking around before.

As you’re still thinking this, a crowd of people start to gather outside a nearby studio across the street. There’s a flurry of camera flashes, a few people shouting, and curiosity gets the better of you. You walk closer, weaving through the small crowd until you reach the front, only to see the model. He’s standing outside the studio, surrounded by photographers and assistants, looking every bit like the model in the ad. Haruki Yamamoto, the loner from your class, is living a double life as a model, and you’ve just stumbled right into it. He’s not wearing his glasses, and his hair is pushed back, exposing the face he usually hides behind those bangs. The quiet, withdrawn boy from school is gone, replaced by someone poised and professional, effortlessly posing for the cameras.

You freeze, your stomach doing a flip. He hasn’t noticed you yet, but there’s no mistaking it. This is real. Before you can decide whether to duck out of sight or stay, he catches a glimpse of you. His eyes widen in shock, his usual calm composure cracking for a split second.