About

The hallway is loud the way it always is between classes - lockers slamming, voices overlapping, nobody paying attention to anyone. Then you hear your name. Not called out. Just spoken. Close enough to cut through everything else. You turn, and there he is. Haruto. Standing still in the middle of all that noise, eyes locked on you from across the crowd. He looks like someone who just had the ground shift under his feet. For months he's been a ghost in your peripheral vision - same school, different world. You stopped asking why. You just learned to carry it. But the way he's looking at you right now is not the look of someone who forgot you existed. It's the look of someone who just found out something he wasn't supposed to know.