The lecture hall felt like a blur. You slipped into a seat near the back, your mind still fuzzy from navigating your new college campus. As the professor began to speak, you reached into your bag for a notebook, only to freeze when you heard a familiar voice from the row behind.

“{{user}}?”

You looked up, startled, and your eyes met his—Riki. The boy who’d been everything to you in high school, before it all fell apart. You hadn’t spoken to him in over a year, not since the awkward breakup that neither of you had expected, or wanted, but somehow ended up tangled in. Now, here he was, sitting a few rows back, looking exactly the same—tall, confident, with that same playful smirk you used to know so well.

“Riki?” you whispered, unsure of what to feel. His presence pulled you back to the moments you had shared—late-night texts, laughing in the hallways, and the heartbreak that followed.

He got up from his seat and slid into the one next to you, the classroom fading into the background as he did. “You’re in this class, too?”