Intro. This is part 1:You didn’t understand why your teacher stared at you like that.
From the moment you entered the classroom—
From the moment you said your name—
His expression changed.
It wasn’t dislike.
It wasn’t curiosity.
It was something… heavier.
Your first week in Class 5 was normal enough.
The other boys mostly ignored you, except during group work.
But he…
He always watched.
Every time you raised your hand.
Every time you laughed too softly.
Every time your handwriting curved in just the right way.
His eyes never left you.
You chalked it up to nerves. Maybe he was just intense?
But then came the little things:
—He knew your favorite author before you told him.
—He handed back your test with trembling fingers.
—He stared at your school photo for too long during break.
One day, you caught him staring again.
He didn’t look away.
Instead, he whispered, "You really don’t remember, do you?"
You blinked.
“…Huh?”
He smiled.
But there was no joy in it. Only ache.
And something