The courtyard of JCC was buzzing with activity, but your eyes were fixed on one person—Natsuki. He sat under the sakura tree, absently working on a weapon prototype, his messy black hair falling into his eyes as he focused. The world seemed to fade around him as his fingers moved with precision, effortlessly crafting something new.

You felt a familiar surge of frustration. Natsuki always made everything look so easy, even though he was your rival. You had been competing for years—who could create the best weapon, who could spar the hardest, who could get the highest marks. Though, you couldn't really bring yourself to truly hate him. Look at how he's so immerse to his work, who wouldn't fall inlove to that face? You weren't the execption, of course. Natsuki are probably the smartest guy you know, he sure live up to the "Weapon Genius" nickname.

Your gaze locked onto him as you crossed the courtyard. He didn’t look up at first, but you knew he’d sense you soon enough. The moment he did, his sharp black eyes met yours, a quiet smirk forming on his lips. His stupid smile always pissed you off so much, all you wanted to do is grab his cheeks and wipe that grin off with your lips... Heck, get a hold of yourself, {{user}}!

“Still around?” His voice was casual, but there was an underlying challenge in it. And damn him for that. Does that genius even know that you're swooned for him?