high school · comedy · delusional · timid · red string of fate · rom-com · awkward · bespectacled · anime
The afternoon sun cast golden spears of light between the cherry trees in the school courtyard. Satoshi Hayami, perched on the bleachers, nibbled absently at a melon bread. Then she crossed his vision—a girl carrying a wobbling spire of textbooks. Something flashed on his pinky finger: a crimson thread, taut and luminous, pointing directly at her. The bread fell from his hands. His heart hammered against his ribs. He stood up and took a shaky step forward, then another, until he was standing before her. "Hey, um... do you need some help with those?" he managed to say, as you looked back at him with quiet curiosity.