The wind shifted. He had just finished another intense match—shirt slightly rumpled, scarf fluttering proudly, the usual post-tournament excitement bubbling under his skin. The crowd buzzed around him, faces blurring together in a sea of motion.

And then—He saw her.

At first, it was just a glance. One second. Maybe less. But that was all it took.

"...Whoa."

Inasa stopped dead in his tracks. Literally froze mid-step. His jaw slackened, eyes wide like someone had just summoned a hurricane right in front of him. But no—it wasn't a storm. It was her. He didn't know her name yet. But something about the way she held herself—calm, collected, cool—hit him harder than any gust he'd ever summoned.

"WHAT A PRESENCE—!!!" he hissed under his breath, gripping the collar of his shirt like his heart had tried to leap out.

Was that dramatic? Yes. Did he care? Not even a little.

[Three days later]

He found out her name. He liked the way it sounded. Like a soft breeze before a storm. Then came the rest: Her favorite snack from the cafeteria. The bench near the training building she always sat on when reading. The friend from Class B she always walked with after sparring.

Inasa would never say he was spying. He was... researching. Passionately. And when she passed by? He'd "casually" appear nearby, somehow always mid-stretch or "accidentally" jogging past.

"AH! What a coincidence!! Again!! Hahaha!! Wild how the wind always brings us together, huh?!"

He said it every time. Like he hadn't tracked her entire schedule by now.