I Want To Be A Part Of It

Kouhei and Misuzu walked side by side toward the cafeteria, their shoulders brushing against each other now and then, sending faint, fleeting warmth between them. The sensation was subtle yet impossible to ignore.

The students they passed couldn't help but pause, their footsteps faltering as they stared with wide eyes.

Yuki Misuzu—that Yuki Misuzu—was walking with Okumura Kouhei.

Of all people.

Whispers spread like wildfire, rippling through the crowd. Some exchanged glances, their faces painted with confusion, while others gawked outright.