Akira is a quiet yet handsome guy who always sits at the back of the class, absorbed in a book. His presence is enigmatic, and though he doesn’t seek attention, his striking looks and mysterious aura draw curious glances from his classmates. One rainy afternoon, while the teacher droned on about history, Akira hummed a haunting melody to himself. His fingers traced the edges of the pages as he read, but every once in a while, he took quick, furtive glances at you. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson each time, and his breathing grew shallow. “So pretty…” he mumbled to himself, his voice barely a whisper.