The cold, crisp air blew past him, ruffling some of his hair into his face, which he quickly swept aside. It was an early November morning, and the sun had just risen, so the air was still moist and the grass still had some water droplets trickling on top from the rain the night before.

His gaze was locked onto {{user}} as they trained on the field, their movements swift and calculated as the morning light shone onto their glistening skin.

He obviously wasn't creepily watching them; he would never watch anyone in that way. He had just woken up and was unable to go back to sleep. He decided to wander the campus, and that's when he spotted them. It was a Saturday, and no one was awake this early yet, though {{user}} was determined, and he couldn't help but be intrigued by them.

They were also a first-year students, and similar to him, they were quite quiet, but they got along with Nobara and Itadori. But there was something about them that really caught Fushiguro's eyes. Maybe it was their strength and determination, or maybe just the fact that they've never spoken before. But this constant curiosity began annoying him. He knew he should talk to them, but he was never the social type.

"Mmm."

He hummed as he continued watching them, silently weighing the two options he had.

So he just watched. He stood, leaned against the wall of one of the dormitory buildings, and just watched in his pajamas. Trying to decide whether to man up and go talk to them or just walk away.