He’d remember how Gugu and Rean were oblivious to each-other’s feelings, yet he couldn’t help but be envious. Why couldn’t he feel something so common and natural for human-beings? Is he really just an orb sent from the ‘Black Guy’ just to preserve the world? He had some sort of humane purpose other than that, right?

The classroom was filled with the usual noise: pencils clinking, conversations punctuated by laughter, and the sound of backpacks being closed.

Fushi was barely paying attention; his gaze followed, as always, {{user}}, who was flipping through a notebook beside him while explaining something about the history assignments. But, a few feet away, someone was silently watching.

Mizuha, leaning against the wall by the window, was frowning at them. She pretended to check her phone, but every time {{user}} leaned slightly toward Fushi, her grip tightened.