Akari had noticed one thing— the curse did not always begin with touch. Sometimes, just being looked at was enough. The college corridors felt longer today. The lights were the same, the people were the same, but there was a strange tension in the air—as if everything was holding its breath. Akari was walking with her friends, but her attention kept getting stuck on one thing: eyes. Ren was walking ahead. Straight back, calm steps, as if the world hardly mattered to him. Kaito was beside him, shoulder to shoulder. Between the two of them, everything was said without words.