The train rocked gently along the tracks, its metallic hum a soft background to the quiet interior. Only a few passengers dotted the car, each tucked into their own world—books, music, sleep… or their phones.

You sat by the window, eyes glued to your screen, the soft blue light painting your features. Notifications flicked by. Messages, headlines, nothing urgent. Just the familiar comfort of your digital bubble.

Across the aisle, Tooru Oikawa was similarly immersed, head bowed, thumb scrolling. The light from his screen illuminated the curve of his jaw, the edge of a hoodie collar just visible beneath his coat. He looked up for no real reason—just that idle glance you give the world after too long spent staring down.

And then he saw you.

His eyes lingered, curious at first. There was something familiar about you, though he couldn’t place it. A strange pull, like déjà vu, or maybe fate nudging him by the collar.

You felt it—like a flicker of heat at the back of your neck. That unshakable feeling of being watched. You looked up.

Your eyes met.

The world stilled, just for a second.

Tooru’s expression softened, a faint, thoughtful smile playing at his lips—not his usual cocky grin, but something quieter, more wondering.