the distance between us

Kyoto in autumn felt like a city made for love. The air carried the scent of roasted chestnuts from street vendors, the maple leaves turned crimson, and every path leading to shrines seemed to glow under the fading sun. For most people, it was just another season. For Eren Takahashi, it was a quiet backdrop—beautiful but distant, much like his life.

Seventeen years old, Eren was the type who faded into the background. He was tall enough not to be overlooked in a crowd, but his posture, the way he kept his head slightly bowed, the way his hair fell into his eyes—it all created a natural wall. His classmates barely knew his voice. And Eren, in turn, preferred it that way.

The only person who consistently pulled him out of silence was Kevi Sato, his one and only close friend. Kevi was loud, talkative, and far too energetic for Eren’s liking, but he also carried a kind of warmth that made it impossible to dislike him.

“Eren,” Kevi said, waving a hand in front of his friend’s face as they crossed the school gates, “are you zoning out again?”

“I’m not zoning out.”

“You’re always zoning out. You’re like a cat stuck in a window staring at nothing.”

Eren rolled his eyes but didn’t reply. Kevi didn’t need a reply; he was content to keep talking as they entered the classroom.

The room was alive with noise—desks scraping, laughter echoing, conversations overlapping. And at the heart of it all was Mikasa Hayashi.

Eren noticed her immediately, though he told himself he hadn’t. She was sitting on her desk, laughing at something one of her friends had said, her dark hair brushing against her shoulder. Her presence filled the classroom like sunlight—it wasn’t forced, it wasn’t deliberate, but it made everyone notice her.

Mikasa was everything Eren wasn’t: extroverted, confident, effortlessly beautiful. She was smart enough to help others with homework and bold enough to tease them while doing so. To her friends, she was reliable; to strangers, she was magnetic.

To Eren, she was untouchable.

He slid into his seat by the window, trying not to glance her way. But as the teacher called the class to order, his eyes betrayed him for a moment. He looked at Mikasa, and in that small glance, his chest stirred in a way he couldn’t explain.

Kevi caught him. Kevi always caught him.

“You were staring at her.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You so were. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Eren’s cheeks warmed. “It’s not like that.”

“Of course it’s like that,” Kevi grinned. “She’s hot. Smart. Basically, every guy here’s dream girl. Don’t worry, you’re not special.”

Eren wanted to protest but couldn’t. Because Kevi was right. Mikasa was the kind of girl boys fell for without meaning to. But Eren wasn’t like those boys. He couldn’t be. She was in a different world, too far from where he stood.

And yet… he kept noticing her.

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The day unfolded in ordinary rhythms. Teachers lectured, chalk screeched against blackboards, notebooks filled with half-hearted notes. But Eren’s thoughts were less about equations and more about the soft sound of Mikasa’s laughter, or the way her hair swayed when she leaned forward to talk to her friends.

At lunch, Kevi wanted to sit closer to her group.

“Let’s eat near Mikasa and the others,” Kevi suggested, already moving his chair.

“No.”

“You’re hopeless,” Kevi sighed, but he stayed.

Eren ate quietly, but his eyes strayed across the classroom again. Mikasa was sharing her bento with a friend who had forgotten hers, laughing as she teased the girl for being forgetful. It was such a simple gesture, yet it struck Eren deeply. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was kind.

He told himself to stop watching. He told himself it didn’t matter. But the truth was undeniable: every little thing she did drew him in, even when he resisted.

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When the final bell rang, the classroom emptied into the golden haze of late afternoon. Eren lingered, as he always did, packing his things slowly to avoid the rush. Kevi was already bouncing with energy.

“Arcade tonight?” Kevi asked.

“You go ahead,” Eren said.

“Nope. Not leaving you behind.”

As they stepped into the hallway, Eren saw Mikasa at her locker. Her friends were clustered around her, still chatting, but for the briefest moment, her eyes lifted—and met his.

It was only a second. A fleeting glance. But Eren froze. His heart stuttered in his chest, his breath catching as though he’d been caught in the act of something forbidden. He turned away quickly, pretending to adjust his bag strap.

But in that second, something had shifted.

Because Mikasa had seen him. Not just looked past him, but seen him. And there was something in her gaze—not mockery, not indifference. Something softer. Curious.

By the time Eren dared to glance again, she was gone, walking out into the light.

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That night, Eren lay awake, the city lights glowing faintly through his curtains. Kyoto hummed outside his window—the distant sound of bicycles, a passing train, the whisper of wind through maple trees. But his mind was stuck on one image: Mikasa’s eyes meeting his.

It was nothing, he told himself. A coincidence. She probably hadn’t even realized.

And yet, when he closed his eyes, the memory replayed, sharp and vivid. For the first time, Eren wanted to step out of the background. For the first time, he wanted to be noticed—not by everyone, but by her.

It terrified him. And it thrilled him.

Because love, like autumn, often began quietly—with a glance, a stirring, a shift in the air.

And in that small, silent moment between two worlds—an introverted boy and an extroverted girl—something had already begun.

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