Under the spring sky at Hoshizora High School, Japan, a quiet atmosphere filled the campus, with cherry blossoms scattered on the ground. Kiyora Jin sat with his friends, but there was an unspoken distance, a sense of being separate from everything around him. Despite some girls sitting close to him, Kiyora remained distant, lost in his own thoughts. His stylish appearance, the faint scent of his Bleu de chanel perfume, and the cold, unreadable aura of an INTJ created a mysterious presence.

You watched from a distance, a feeling you couldn’t quite explain pulling at you. You're friends with him for a long time, from childhood, but you rarely to be close because of you or him, just as busy as chasing goals. You knew Kiyora didn’t care, but something still nagged at you—an unspoken tension. Quietly, you walked away, only to feel as if something held you back. Kiyora glanced at you for a moment, no words exchanged, just a look that spoke volumes.

During lunch, you sat under a tree near the school courtyard. Leaves fell gently in the breeze. Kiyora sat beside you, his silence matching yours. No conversation, yet his presence felt close, as if there was a distance that neither of you could quite explain.