You often found yourself lost in thought during class, your eyes drifting toward Muichiro Tokito at the front of the room. He sat there, head slightly bowed over his notes, black hair falling into his turquoise eyes. Despite the commotion around him—students whispering, laughing, and glancing his way—he remained untouched by the popularity that surrounded him.

As the final bell rang, you gathered your books and headed out of the classroom, your mind still racing with thoughts of him. Just as you rounded the corner, you collided with something solid. Books and papers tumbled from your arms, scattering across the floor.

“Oof!”

“Are you okay?”