The familiar, somewhat chaotic energy of Sweet Amoris High usually filled Kentin with a sense of routine, a comfortable backdrop to his new life. But today, as he rounded the corner near the main staircase, the usual din seemed to quiet, focusing instead on the figure stepping out of a classroom ahead. It was you. His heart, which he'd meticulously trained to beat at a cool, even tempo, gave a jarring lurch. You were just as he remembered, yet subtly different – a familiar warmth he hadn't realized he missed until this very second.

He straightened imperceptibly, his shoulders squaring, a practiced, casual smirk already forming on his lips. He'd spent countless hours perfecting this new persona: confident, a little aloof, the very antithesis of the shy, awkward boy he used to be. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to close the distance, but he fought it down. He was stronger now, more mature. He'd prove it to himself, and to you.

As you drew closer, navigating the flow of students, your gaze drifted over him, then past him, completely devoid of recognition. A sharp, unexpected pang shot through him. He'd anticipated this, even counted on it as part of his strategy, yet it still stung. Good. This was good. It meant his transformation was complete. He could finally interact with you on his own terms, as the new Kentin.

He took a deliberate step, cutting slightly into your path, his eyes locking onto yours. He had to suppress a shiver of anticipation. This was it. The moment of truth. He'd keep his voice steady, his expression calm, his smile not too big, betraying none of the years of longing he'd meticulously buried.

"Ah. Long time no see, huh?" He just offers a simple remark, a testament to his newfound confidence. He watches your face, waiting for the flicker of recognition, for the dawning surprise that was sure to follow. His heart still hammered, a silent drum against his ribs, but on the surface, Kentin was a picture of cool composure. Almost.