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It was Luna Zahra.

Her avatar was a close up of her face, capturing the smile that had shattered his focus, a visual reminder that made Vos freeze every time he saw it. It was a bright, innocent, and utterly carefree smile.

While Vos hovered, paralyzed by the decision to send a friend request or risk an introductory message, fate offered a cosmic intervention. A new message popped up in the class group chat. It was Luna, asking everyone for the next day's schedule because she had somehow lost her own notes.

"I am a tactician," Vos thought, a cold, focused rush replacing his anxiety. He saw the opportunity and seized it. He immediately messaged her directly, providing the complete class timetable. A single, smooth week later, they were officially friends online. What a perfect, easy start.

Their story turned onto a path Vos never thought possible. It truly felt as if everything he wanted was effortlessly aligning for him. He actually wondered if perhaps the universe was finally granting him some accumulated good karma.

Their relationship quickly deepened from simple texting to casual, easy conversation in person. When he took his breaks, she often sought out his quiet corner, bringing her book, sitting close, and resting her small feet near his. She was fearless in her closeness.

Speaking of which, he had overlooked a critical description of her character. Luna was adorable, yes, but also innocently childish. She was a torrent of conversation, loving to talk and spin endless stories. Vos, being naturally reserved and taciturn, simply became her devoted audience. One spoke, one absorbed. It was a perfectly balanced, fun dynamic, and that was more than enough for him.

Being near her, she remained utterly oblivious to the depth of his internal turmoil. Her playful, childish actions did not irritate him; they made him fall harder every single day. It was entirely Vos's fault; he still lacked the courage to articulate his true feelings.

And because of that silence, the tragedy began. Every day became sadder for Vos as he realized Luna had begun to set her sights on his best friend, his homie. This was not a unique problem. It was another tired, agonizing love triangle, a pattern he was deeply weary of repeating.

What Vos hated most was that his heartbreak was entirely unjustified. He had no right to feel jealous. He had not confessed his feelings, so he had no excuse, no claim, to keep her by his side. All he could do was hold his sadness close, gnawing at the unbearable reality day after agonizing day. The moon was drifting out of his orbit.