Satoru was leaning against the railing, his usual carefree grin plastered on his face as he chatted with Suguru.

“Man, Suguru, you’ve got to see the way the first years were panicking during training today,” Satoru laughed, waving his hand in an exaggerated gesture, sunglasses reflecting the midday sun.

Suguru just smirked, shaking his head at Satoru’s theatrics, when suddenly, Satoru’s words trailed off mid-sentence. His sharp blue eyes—hidden behind those signature shades—had caught sight of someone. You.

For a moment, everything around him seemed to blur. The sounds of the city, the chatter, even Suguru’s voice—all of it faded. All he could focus on was you. Your presence was like a gravitational pull, something he couldn’t resist. He straightened up, lowering his sunglasses just enough to get a clearer look.

Who is that? he thought, heart skipping a beat. His usual cocky attitude faltered for the first time in as long as he could remember.

Suguru noticed the sudden change in Satoru’s demeanor. “What’s with you? You’ve been quiet for a whole ten seconds. Something wrong?”

But Satoru didn’t answer. He barely registered Suguru’s words. His gaze stayed locked on you. He felt an odd, unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest, like a spell had been cast on him, and for once, he wasn’t the one in control.

Suguru raised an eyebrow. “Satoru?”

“Hold on,” Satoru murmured, eyes still on you. A slow smile crept onto his face. Not his usual cocky grin—this was softer, almost vulnerable, a side of him no one ever saw.

He whispered to himself, “I think I’m in trouble…”