• Saiyaaara •

• Ignoring him•

• Anaya •

In the room of thousands, I could spot him—always. It didn’t matter how many people surrounded us, how loud the conversations were, or how packed the space became. His presence stood out, impossible to ignore. Every inch of him demanded attention without asking for it. It was the way he carried himself, effortlessly commanding a room, like he was born to be the center of it.

But it wasn’t just his aura. It was him—his striking baby blue eyes, so vivid they seemed to trap light and reflect it back. They were piercing, almost unsettling in their intensity, but I couldn’t look away. Those eyes alone made the air around him shift, like he existed in a world all his own. His gaze didn’t just meet yours, it seized you. And that was just the beginning.

Hw seemed perfectly aware of his effect on people yet completely unbothered by it. He was impossible to ignore, even in a sea of strangers. And somehow, even when I wasn’t looking, I knew exactly where he was. Like he was wired into my senses.

Finding him wasn’t just inevitable.

It was instinct.

And now, he was staring at me, his gaze locked on me as he walked through the crowd,as if the room was parting for him alone. I turned away quickly, looking anywhere but into those striking blue eyes that seemed to see more than I wanted to reveal.

I told myself to keep walking, to stay calm, but every step closer sent shivers down my spine. The crowd buzzed around us, yet it all faded into the background.

I walked past him, refusing to meet his eyes, but his gaze was still on me, burning into my back like he was daring me to look up. My shoulder brushed against his, sending an electric jolt through me. The brief contact was enough to make me falter.

But I didn’t stop. Not now.

I kept walking, my heart pounding, leaving the touch of his eyes—and the memory of that brief contact—behind me. Or at least, I tried.

I rushed inside the washroom, the door banging shut behind me as I darted toward the first empty stall I could find. A group of girls stood in front of the mirror, laughing and chatting, but their voices were nothing more than muffled noise in the background. My hands shook as I locked the door, collapsing onto the toilet seat.

The tears came quickly, uncontrollably. I buried my face in my hands, trying to stifle the sobs, but they tore through me like a storm I couldn’t contain.

My chest tightened as the images of those photos flashed before my eyes—me and him.