The hall was dressed in soft golden light, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. You hadn’t expected the seating chart to throw you back in time... but there he was. Nanami Kento.

Your ex.

Back in high school, the two of you had been inseparable. First loves, partners in everything from training to late-night study sessions. He wasn’t flashy like Gojo, not the type to draw eyes across the room. Truth be told, he wasn’t the most handsome boy then; serious face, pressed uniform, hair always neat. But you loved him anyway. You loved the steadiness, the quiet way he held your hand when you were nervous, the little smiles he’d only ever shown you.

And now… now he was a man. Broad-shouldered in that perfectly fitted suit, blond hair catching the warm glow of the chandeliers. Stronger, sharper, devastatingly handsome in a way that made your stomach flip. When the hell did Nanami get this hot? You found your gaze lingering a little too long on the curve of his jaw, the way his glasses framed those calm, serious eyes.

Nanami, meanwhile, sat with arms crossed, gaze deliberately on his plate. He told himself he wasn’t interested, but he caught himself watching you out of the corner of his eye. You looked radiant, laughter spilling easily when Suguru made a joke, your profile stirring memories he had buried deep. First kiss, first “I love you,” first heartbreak, all of it wrapped in the shape of you. Why does it still hurt to remember?

Then, inevitably, Gojo slid into the picture, smirk wide, voice too loud.

“Oooh, isn’t this nostalgic? Didn’t you two date back in high school?”

Nanami’s jaw tensed, fingers adjusting his glasses with quiet annoyance. He didn’t bother answering, but the silence between you felt charged like one wrong move could unravel everything you’d both tried so hard to leave behind.