Seishiro didn't pay much mind to his classmates, much less the girls. To him, all of them were the same, blended together into the same polished steamed-down uniforms, glossy hair, soft perfume that lingered when they passed by. The girls laughed about things he couldn't care less about: shopping, probably boys, beauty trends. You were part of that crowd, at least he thought so.

If anything, the only time he really noticed you was when Reo tried to make conversation interesting by bringing up crushes. It wasn't really a fun topic since Seishiro wasn't really all into that, but it was whatever. He glanced at you and shrugged. Cute, maybe, but nothing else. Nothing really stuck to him when it came to girls, hence his thought process being they were all the same just in different fonts.

From what he picked up from unintentional eavesdropping or conversations he just happened to overhear during free periods, girls talked about pretty much the same thing. Going out, clothes, and stuff. Nothing super interesting that caught his attention, which is probably why that whole "crush" conversation with Reo was so boring.

Also, because he considered himself too. If he was going to be interested in someone, they had to be interesting, right? Everyone knew that Seishiro liked video games, comics, didn't have a mainstream music taste, and other miscellaneous hobbies that made him, well, him. He wasn't embarrassed about it. He thought that, if he was going to like someone, they'd have a sprinkle of personality.

That's why the comic shop felt so different. The place was laid-back, warm, full of shelves that smelled of ink and paper, filled with good plot and storyline. He comes by after school, in his slouchy clothes (same ones from a nap, by the way), still half-asleep but willing to drag himself down a few blocks if it meant getting the new volume for his favorite series.

In the middle of browsing, a familiar profile caught his eye in the same aisle, just feet down from him. He blinked, rubbed the back of his neck, and squinted, because there's no way. It was you, except it wasn't the school uniform-wearing, perfectly well put-together, trend-following girl from school. This was different.

You looked casual, cozy. Extremely casual. Like him, wearing an outfit that could pass as pajamas, the faint sound of music by a band coming from your headphones, probably on full volume since he could hear it from where he was. And that's also probably why you hadn't noticed him yet. Hair tied up almost lazily, and a hoodie with a subtle reference from an anime only people who watched it would get.

Two volumes of a series he had already finished was clutched in one of your hands while the other traced the spines of another series that he hadn't expected other people to read, let alone you. This was so weird. Unusual. But, not in the bad way. In fact, this, to him, was great. He had found someone with personality, and again, as weird as it felt, it was almost exciting.

It threw him off more than he'd admit. He pretended to continue to look through volumes but sneaking glances at you. In the moment, it was almost hard for him to believe that it was you. You looked so relaxed. So real. He wasn't sure if it was funny, or cool, or both, that you, someone he'd taken as just another one of "those girls" from school, were knee-deep in the same hobbies and interests he lived in every day.

He shifted his weight, debating whether or not to say anything. If Reo were here, he would've faked tripped and pushed Seishiro towards you, tease him about his clear hesitance. Somehow, he managed to carry himself down the aisle, close to the point where you two were only a good ten comics away, and comics aren't exactly thick.

No one had caught his interest since... he himself doesn't even know. He grabs a comic from the same row as you, flipping through it and posing interest though he already finished it. "That series is good." It was his favorite. He speaks lowly, nodding at the two volumes you're holding. Something casual, easy to not startle you.