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She had been erasing a miscalculation in her math notebook—a simple algebraic error, embarrassingly careless. The eraser was pink, rabbit-shaped, a gift from her mother. As she scrubbed at the page, the eraser slipped from her fingers, bounced off the desk, and rolled to a stop against Kaito’s left shoe.

Then, on a Tuesday that should have been entirely ordinary, a boy sat down in the seat beside her.

Because some things are not meant to be understood.

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“Why?” she asked.

Not just any boy. Kaito Tachibana. Transfer student. Rumored to have lived in Kyoto, then London, then nowhere for long. He had the kind of hair that disobeyed school rules without trying—dark, falling across one eye like a deliberate secret. His uniform was immaculate, but his gaze was not. It wandered to windows, to ceiling fans, to the tiny crack in the floorboard by the teacher’s podium.

Rina had laughed. “Ayumi, you can’t spreadsheet your way through a heartbeat.” She had been erasing a miscalculation in her

She froze.

“That’s against fire code.”

Item 4: On a rainy Thursday, she forgot her umbrella. She stood under the school’s entrance awning, calculating the sprint to the station (6.2 minutes, 89% chance of soaked uniform). Kaito appeared beside her without a word, opened a large black umbrella, and tilted it over her head. Then, on a Tuesday that should have been

He returned to his sketch. She returned to her spreadsheets. But for the next twenty minutes, neither of them changed a single number or line.

“You never look at anyone.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” she said.

He smiled—fully this time, not just one side. “Good.”