He sat in the back corner like he was trying to disappear.

Black hoodie, sleeves half-pushed up, eyes fixed on his notebook like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

It only made him more noticeable.

Every time he leaned back in his chair — just a little — someone two rows up would visibly lose focus.

He didn’t talk much. Didn’t laugh. Just scribbled in that damn notebook like it owed him money.

Some people thought he was mysterious. Others were sure he hated everyone. The truth?

No one really knew.

Except maybe the professor, who didn’t even bother calling on him anymore—probably after the time Megumi gave a full, correct answer without even looking up.

No TikTok thirst trap would ever capture it right, but the girls tried. Someone once dropped their pen near his desk on purpose.

He just handed it back with a blink. No smile. No word. Nothing.

They were never the same.

He didn’t notice the chaos he left in his wake. Or if he did, he pretended not to.

Either way, he was just there—cold stare, sharp jawline, and absolutely zero awareness that he was half the reason people even showed up to class.