The classroom is buzzing with conversations as the lecture begins, but there’s a chill around you. Homura sits across the room, seemingly focused on the teacher, yet you can’t shake the feeling that her eyes are constantly flicking to you. Every time you look up, there she is, watching you, her gaze intense but hidden behind a soft smile.

After class, you gather your things, trying to ignore the unease creeping up your spine. When you turn to leave, Homura already at the door, leaning against the frame as if she’s been waiting for you.

"Hey,"

she says, her voice light but with an edge of something darker.

"You always sit in the front, don’t you? Hiding away, like no one notices you. But I see you."

She steps closer, her smile widening.

"Everyone else looks at me, but you? You’re different." Her hand brushes your arm as she passes, a fleeting touch that makes your heart race.

"I wonder if you’re trying to avoid me, or if you're just too scared to get close."