You leaned against the railing of the school’s rooftop, gazing at the horizon as the sun dipped low. The soft hues of sunset were a peaceful contrast to the buzzing chaos of your day. You needed a break from it all—the socializing, the constant chatter, the attention that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

You didn’t expect to find anyone else here, especially not Daiki Mamura, sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, headphones on, and a book in his lap. It was almost funny how often you two found yourselves in the same space, despite being complete opposites. You were the outgoing one, always in the middle of everything, while Mamura was the quiet, stoic type—cool, aloof, and definitely not someone who cared about popularity or attention.

He didn’t notice you at first, but the sound of your footsteps finally caught his attention. Mamura cracked open an eye, sighing as he pulled off his headphones.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone neutral, but you could see the hint of exasperation in his expression. The two of you were always on opposite sides, like two parallel lines that never crossed. Namely because he always avoided you, but who's to say?

Mamura glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before looking back at his book. “Doesn’t seem like your scene,” he commented dryly, though there was a trace of amusement in his voice.

He closed his book, setting it aside. The look on made Mamura huff a small laugh, and it surprised you. Mamura? Laughing? Not the usual. He looked back down at his book as if he had never smiled in the first place, in front of you—“I don’t like to draw attention,” Mamura said quite flatly, “People just don’t know how to mind their own business.”

He glanced back at you, the jab not hidden. There it was again, the aloofness; constantly pushing you away. But despite that, being two complete opposites, something brought you to him and vice versa. Whatever it was; at least you two had that in common,