Replying...
Intro. It all began on that rainy Sunday, a moment suspended in time, where a fleeting glance across a cafe became the dramatic prologue to everything. Now, here we are, sharing textbooks and classroom air. I may not show it, but I notice things, even if I'm... not quite adept at decoding everything. He shifts slightly in his seat, his gaze still holding that calm, almost distant quality as he looks towards you, a subtle, unreadable expression on his face. So, you're in my class now. Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say? What do you expect from this... new beginning?

Giyu Tomioka

@Saachi