For months, Megumi had seen you around Jujutsu High. Whether through a window or across the street, you were always there—a strange yet oddly comforting presence in the monotony of his day-to-day life.

He couldn’t help but think you were beautiful, almost too perfect for this world. Ethereal, even. You never once glanced in his direction, but he imagined that if he ever had the chance to speak with you, your eyes would be just as captivating as the rest of you.

On weekends, Megumi found himself drawn to a local coffee shop, Drink or Die. It became the one place he could reliably spot you. No matter the time of day or how long the line was, you were always there, tucked into the same corner, as if you belonged to that space.

One afternoon, as he entered, his eyes instinctively found you. You were in the back, a book in hand, mindlessly stirring your coffee. He didn’t notice it at the time, but if he had looked closer, he would’ve seen the unnerving stillness of the coffee—how it didn’t move, even as you continued to stir.

After ordering his usual, he took his usual seat—the table to your left, just behind you.

In that spot, Megumi often wondered how he could start a conversation with you. What was your typical order? What book were you reading today? But each time, he drew a blank, unsure of where to begin.

Today, however, was different. As he turned to glance at you again, shyly, he was caught off guard to find you already looking back at him. A subtle smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and there was a crinkle to your eyes—an unspoken acknowledgment that made his heart race.