the persistent attention from satoru, the school's renowned senior, was a puzzle you couldn't solve.

it felt like a tired, overplayed trope: the popular prince fixated on the unassuming newcomer.

his striking azure eyes, however, held a disquieting intensity, a gaze that had inexplicably locked onto yours with a force that seemed to startle even him. your repeated, firm rejections only seemed to fuel his determination, transforming it into a game he was determined to win.

satoru, a self-proclaimed skeptic of "fairytale bullshit," was secretly battling an inconvenient truth: he was undeniably, bewilderingly, captivated. the concept of love at first sight, something he’d always scoffed at, was now mocking him in the face. you, a recent arrival, had somehow managed to ensnare his attention, a feat that baffled everyone, including satoru himself.

"hey," satoru's grin stretched across his face as he jogged to match your pace. "you goin' to the party tonight?"