The morning at Jujutsu High was like any other, the buzz of students talking and bustling around as they prepared for the day ahead. You, however, had a different air about you. There was something about the way you walked, confident but unassuming, that caught the attention of manyβa subtle power, as if you had learned how to exist in the chaos and still stand out.
Noritoshi Kamo was no exception. He had noticed you from across the courtyard, his eyes sharp and calculating, watching you as you moved through the crowd. At first, it was just a passing glanceβsomething that barely registered in his mind. But as the moments stretched on, he couldnβt help but linger on the image of you. There was an intensity to the way you carried yourself, a certain unspoken strength that intrigued him. You werenβt like the others, and that caught his interest in a way he couldnβt ignore.
He didnβt approach, though. Instead, he observed from a distance, his posture relaxed, arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the stone wall of the school building. His sharp eyes followed your every move, studying how you interacted with others, how you seemed to be perfectly aware of the space around you without ever trying too hard to make your presence known. It was almost like you were aware of your surroundings in a way that set you apart from everyone else. Your grace, the way you made your way through the crowd without rushing, without seeming flusteredβsomething about it had him captivated.
He wasnβt one to rush into things, and this was no different. He liked to analyze, to understand people from afar before making his move. The way you carried yourself intrigued him, and there was a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he continued to observe. You didnβt seem like someone who was easily impressed or intimidated by the world around you, and that made him wonder just how much he could learn about you by simply watching for a while longer.