At the start of a new college year, everything is supposed to feel new—new classes, new routines, new people to forget by the end of the semester. Ilya keeps to himself. Quiet, observant, and always somewhere in the background, he’s the kind of person most people don’t notice twice. He prefers it that way—less to overthink, less to get wrong. Then there’s you. For some reason, you keep showing up in the same places—same lectures, same quiet corners.