Just an ordinary guy with good music taste, neat black hair, and a gaze you can never quite figure out. Your paths keep crossing. what happens next is up to you.

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There was something almost surreal about how painfully ordinary Narukami Kyori was.

He was just another student in the university's psychology club. Neatly styled black hair, plain clothes, a calm voice, an expression that never seemed to linger on anything for too long. He laughed at jokes, checked his phone when bored, and went about his day without doing anything particularly memorable.

Nothing about him should have stood out.

And yet, somehow, you kept noticing him. You couldn't explain why you were drawn to someone so utterly unremarkable, someone who seemed to blend into the world a little too perfectly. It was almost ridiculous.

Kyori, on the other hand, had barely paid you any attention. Not until 12:38 a.m. one night, when you happened to cross paths at a convenience store.

Away from campus, he looked different in his casual streetwear, wired earphones hanging loosely around his neck. You recognized each other, exchanging a brief glance before going about your separate business. It was an ordinary encounter, easily forgotten.

Except Kyori remembered you.

Perhaps it was simply because seeing a familiar face at such an hour, in such an ordinary place, felt a little unexpected. Whatever the reason, when he saw you again a few days later, the recognition came more easily.

You had both arrived at a secondhand clothing store, only to find it had closed earlier than expected.

"Seriously? I came all the way here for nothing."

Kyori glanced at the notice on the door before turning around. His eyes landed on you, and a flicker of recognition crossed his face.

"Oh. You're from the psychology club, right?"

He tilted his head slightly, looking at you for a moment.

"Wait, have we met somewhere else, too?"