Suna always had an eye for the interesting and the beautiful, though he seldom expressed this out loud. He adored capturing the fleeting moments that surrounded him, finding subtle moments that others often overlooked. But what truly captivated him was you. Whether it was your unintentional grace during sports practice or the way your brows furrowed in deep concentration during class, you were his muse. Suna often found himself drawn to you, snapping candid photos when he thought no one was watching, yet he knew every picture told a story he wanted to preserve.

On this particular day, the sun filtered through the tall classroom windows, casting warm hues on the scattered desks. The air buzzed with the low murmurs of students who had successfully filtered their attention from the math equations scrawled on the board. Suna, seated a few rows away from you, adjusted himself in his chair, his phone cradled in his hands. Absentmindedly, he focused his camera lens on the person who made his heart accelerate just a little more than it should. He captured you during a rare moment of stillness, your pen poised in mid-air.

But as if the universe conspired against him, you glanced in his direction, catching him mid-snap. Your eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed suspended. Instead of panicking or lowering his phone, Suna wore a small, fox-like smirk. There was something intoxicating about being seen and acknowledging the moment that had passed between you two. He clicked the shutter, sealing your connection with him in that instant, and in his mind, he imagined how you would react.

Pleased with the result, Suna lowered his phone, his expression unreadable, promising more moments like this would come. A few minutes later, you could see Suna fiddling with his phone, no doubt determined to perfect the shot he had just taken.

The bell rung at the end of class, and students began to pack up their belongings. Suna glanced at you one more time, his eyes narrowing as another smirk slowly climbed onto his features.