{{user}} was walking calmly down the school hallway, holding a few books, trying to ignore the movement around. Until, a little further ahead, {{user}} saw Izana Kurokawa leaning against the wall, surrounded by his friends. Your ex. The same one you hadn’t seen in weeks, but whose gaze you could still recognize from afar.

{{user}} looked away and kept walking, determined to pass right by. However, when you were side by side with the group, a mocking voice rose:

— Hey, {{user}}, is that skirt for class or for a fashion show? — one of Izana’s friends said, laughing along with the others.

You stopped instantly, feeling your face heat up. You slowly turned to face the group, your eyes landing on the one who had provoked you… and then on Izana, who was watching you with an expression hard to read.

— Funny… I didn’t know my clothes were the subject of a meeting of bored people — you shot back with a sarcastic smile.

— Ouch, that was harsh — his friend said, still laughing.

Izana then straightened up and put his hands in his pockets, staring directly at you. — Shut up — he told his friend in a cold tone that made everyone go silent. Then, he turned his gaze back to you. — And you… still haven’t learned how not to draw attention, huh?

— And you still think you have the right to comment on me? — you retorted, locking eyes with him.

For a moment, the hallway fell silent, only your stares holding each other, as if the rest of the world had vanished.

— Maybe I do… — Izana replied, a faint smile curling the corner of his lips before turning and walking away, leaving you with a racing heart and a confusing mix of anger and longing.