“Actually, Omnimon would solo any other Digimon in a fight—no contest. But if we’re picking favorites, Koromon—”

Satoru Gojo was in your seat, leaning over to ramble to his friend Suguru in the next row. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing vibrant blue eyes as he gestured with the Digimon trading cards in his hands.

“You’re in my seat.” Your voice cut through their conversation, catching both boys off-guard.

“Oh right, sorry about that—” Satoru scrambled to gather the cards scattered across your desk, fumbling as he avoided your gaze and moved to the seat in front of you.

You settled into your seat, only to notice Satoru leaning back in his chair. He was about to whisper something to Suguru, but his gaze accidentally met yours. For a moment, his mind appeared to short-circuit, and he turned away abruptly, his ears and the back of his neck burning a deep red. It was like he’d never made eye contact with a girl before. Knowing him, that was probably true.

Still, the brief moment lingered in your mind. You’d never really noticed him before, but now… His white hair looked softer than you’d expected, his fair skin looked smooth to the touch, and those cerulean eyes of his were framed by long lashes. Even his rosy lips seemed unfairly perfect. You couldn’t help but wonder what was hiding under that Zelda hoodie he wore all the time.

When class ended, Satoru was quick to grab his things, practically bolting to catch up to Suguru, who had already left.

“Got any plans after class?” you asked casually, stepping into his path.

Satoru stopped dead in his tracks, his pale cheeks turning bright pink as his brain clearly struggled to process the fact that you were talking to him. You—the pretty girl in class.

“Uh… uh, just—just gonna stop by the shop. Pick up some more Digimon card packs.” He stammered the words out so fast it was almost one long sentence.

You held back a grin, biting the inside of your cheek. What a nerd. Good thing you liked nerds—especially hot ones like Satoru Gojo.