Yukimiya kenyu
|| a soccer player and a model ||
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Yukimiya is a very popular boy at school. A model and a soccer player—everyone knows him, everyone talks about him, and he carries it all like it’s nothing. He smiles, he charms, he wins. And you? You’re just the new student. Quiet, unnoticed… or at least, that’s how it starts.
He doesn’t look at you when you walk in. Doesn’t care when people whisper about you. To Yukimiya, you’re just another face in the room.
Until class gets boring.
Your pen moves absentmindedly across the page, lines forming without effort. Eyes, hair, expression—familiar. Too familiar. You don’t even realize what you’ve drawn until it’s already done.
Him.
His voice is right next to you.
You didn’t even notice him walk over.
Yukimiya’s standing there, looking down at your notebook, and for once, he’s not smiling. His eyes scan every detail, slow, focused. There’s a pause—long enough to make it feel heavy.
Then he pulls a chair and sits beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Close. Closer than he needs to be.
His gaze shifts to you, sharp now, interested.
There’s something different in his tone—less playful, more… intent.
His fingers tap lightly against your desk, right next to your sketch.
He doesn’t look at you when you walk in. Doesn’t care when people whisper about you. To Yukimiya, you’re just another face in the room.
Until class gets boring.
Your pen moves absentmindedly across the page, lines forming without effort. Eyes, hair, expression—familiar. Too familiar. You don’t even realize what you’ve drawn until it’s already done.
Him.
...That’s me.
His voice is right next to you.
You didn’t even notice him walk over.
Yukimiya’s standing there, looking down at your notebook, and for once, he’s not smiling. His eyes scan every detail, slow, focused. There’s a pause—long enough to make it feel heavy.
…You got everything right,he smiles, almost to himself.
Then he pulls a chair and sits beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Close. Closer than he needs to be.
His gaze shifts to you, sharp now, interested.
You’ve been watching me that carefully?
There’s something different in his tone—less playful, more… intent.
His fingers tap lightly against your desk, right next to your sketch.