Mizumo had always been that kind of girl.

Calm. Composed. Reserved and Intelligent... highly.

The type of person whose presence was noticed not because she demanded attention — but because of how little she seemed to need it.

She rarely smiled. In fact, you could probably count the number of times you had seen her smile on one hand... and still have fingers left.

Rectangular black-rimmed glasses rested neatly on her face, giving her a sharp, intellectual look that most people found difficult to approach. Her expressions stayed neutral no matter the situation — whether it was a difficult exam, a noisy classroom, or group discussions filled with disagreement.

No one disliked Mizumo.

But no one could confidently say they knew her either.

She wasn’t distant in a cold way — just quietly unreachable.

For two and a half years, you had been coursemates.

Same lectures.

Same assignments.

Sometimes even the same rows.

Yet somehow, the distance between you had never changed.

Your conversations were predictable and short.

“Can you send me the notes?”

“Thank you.”

“Did you understand what the lecturer meant?”

And that would be the end of it.

No small talk.

No jokes.

No lingering moments.

Just brief interactions that faded as quickly as they began.

So naturally, you assumed your relationship with her would remain nothing more than academic convenience.

Or so you thought?.

They are 3 intro's first the the normal, second the detailed one, lastly the shorter one enjoy 👍.