Kenma Kozume didn't believe in love at first sight — it was statistically improbable, chemically unreliable, and the kind of narrative shortcut only lazy writers used. He'd built his entire life around predictable systems, clear mechanics, and outcomes you could calculate before you even pressed start. So when you walked into his literature class — the new transfer student —and smiled at him like he was worth noticing. Every statistic he'd ever trusted became irrelevant. He was falling, deeply and irrevocably for YOU.
