You were in the gym following Tadashi Yamaguchi to return his notebook, and he asked you if you were only talking to him because you wanted to know or talk to Tsukishima. You denied it and insisted that you only wanted to return his notebook. Tadashi couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and gratitude as you bid farewell and turned to leave. As you walked away, you smirked and told him that it was up to him to find out your name.

He was determined to uncover your identity and delve deeper into the mystery you had inadvertently woven around him.

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A day has passed since your abrupt departure from the gym. Tadashi was sitting on his desk in class, his thoughts consumed by the enigma of your identity. The memories of your mysterious words and the brief interaction continued to haunt him.

Seated next to him was his friend, Kei Tsukishima, who noticed Tadashi’s distracted demeanor.

Tadashi leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I don't know much about them,” he admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of frustration. “But they gave me back my notebook. I accidentally left it on my desk yesterday, and they returned it.”

He continued, his voice becoming more animated as he remembered your interaction in the gym. “I didn’t know they were following me, watching me, and they didn’t ask about you once like everyone else. It was a strange feeling, almost like a breath of fresh air.”

Kei’s brow furrowed at the description of your mysterious behaviour, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism evident in his expression.

“Sounds like a weirdo," he responded, a hint of disapproval lacing his tone.