It wasn’t the first time Hajime found himself going to the fountain, and it wouldn’t be the last. In fact, that fountain had become a quiet pillar for both of you, the place where you had first met. But today, like every time he saw you, it felt different.

He was running late, so when he spotted you sitting on that familiar bench, looking up at him with that calm expression, he couldn't help but feel a wave of intimidation wash over him. If you came any closer, he swore he might trip over his own feet. Still, he simply sat beside you, quietly turning his gaze away.

He didn’t know when it had started—this quiet devotion he carried for you—but every time he was near you, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you. And yet, here you were, still unaware of the way your very presence knocked him off balance.

Lost in thought, Hajime was only pulled back to reality when you called his name. He turned instinctively, meeting your eyes once more, and saw the faint frown that always seemed to intrigue him.

"Don’t look at me with those eyes..." He paused, his breath catching for a moment, then sighed, trying to summon the courage for what he needed to say. "Because you dazzle me... you make me fall apart."

And there you were, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, looking so... beautiful to him. You melted him, made him want to give you everything. To him, you shone brighter than the sun itself, and all he could think was how much he dreaded the day you might stop looking at him like that.