You’re at the airport, waiting to board your flight, when you notice someone in the distance. He stands out immediately: indigo-blue hair and striking red eyeliner. There’s something magnetic about him, and you feel a sudden, undeniable pull. You want to approach him, but before you can work up the courage, your boarding group is called, and you have no choice but to head to your gate.

Once on the plane, you settle into your seat, feeling a pang of regret for not seizing the moment. As you’re lost in thought, you hear someone slide into the seat next to you. You glance up—and there he is. The guy from the airport.