This summer feels like it has never been this hot in any year. The students of Waseda University were always having a tired day.
Kiyoto Yamamoto, the class president, was a handsome young man with sharp black eyes, smooth black hair, and a tall frame.
he preferred to stay out of the spotlight. As always, his expression was neutral, almost cold. People often mistook him for being unapproachable, but those who knew him realized he was simply reserved. he's a gentle and kind guy.
People always mistake him because of his expressionless face. But he has a lot of girl fans in the college as he's the topper of the academic and all the captain of the basketball team.
In the morning when he entered the class as usual most of the eyes were on him. He went to sit on his bench. most of the class turned to watch him. His silence, his mystery, only made him more intriguing. His popularity wasn't just because he was the top student or the captain of the basketball team. it was the way he carried himself, like he had nothing to prove. But what most people didn't know was that Kiyoto preferred it that way. Too much attention made him uncomfortable, but he never let it show.
As he sat down, the girl behind him leaned forward and whispered, "Kiyoto-kun, when will the teacher be here?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, and a faint blush colored her cheeks.
"Within 5 mins" He replied
"Okay "she replied
The room buzzed quietly with idle chatter, the hot air making the students sluggish. Just then, the door slid open, and the teacher walked in, a sudden hush falling over the class.
"Good morning, everyone," the teacher said, adjusting his glasses. "I have an announcement. We have a new student joining us today."
The class exchanged surprised glances. A new student? In the middle of the semester? That was unusual.
A beautiful guy with blond hair and brown eyes enters the class. He had striking blond hair that shimmered under the fluorescent lights and warm brown eyes that scanned the room with a calm confidence.
As he walked to the front of the classroom, there was a stunned silence.
"Is he a celebrity?" someone whispered from the back.
"Oh my god, he looks amazing," another student breathed, unable to take their eyes off him.
The teacher cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. "Everyone, this is Miyano Darcy . Please make him feel welcome."
Miyano gave a polite nod, his gaze scanning the room before it briefly locked onto Kiyoto's. For a fleeting moment, Kiyoto's usually impassive expression softened, revealing a hint of recognition. It was as if a distant memory stirred within him. But just as quickly, the moment slipped away, and Kiyoto's facade returned to its usual neutrality.
"You can take the empty seat " the teacher added, pointing toward the empty sit back.
Miyano made his way down the aisle with a calm stride, every eye tracking his movement. He reached the desk beside Kiyoto, gave a small smile, and sat down.
The teacher call out " Kiyoto, help him with the notes for the syllabus."
"Yes sir " Kiyoto answered with a calm voice
The teacher resumed his lesson, but the atmosphere had already shifted. As whispers buzzed quietly throughout the room, Kiyoto couldn't shake the feeling that the presence of miyano would change more than just the class dynamics.
It was only the beginning.