Eagerness

After the grand opening ceremony—one that could only be described as rather tedious if we’re being honest—drew to a close, the upper-level students wasted no time descending upon the new students to recruit them into various clubs. It was a bustling scene, filled with vibrant pitches and lively discussions, each club trying to outshine the other to attract fresh members.

Tables lined the sprawling campus green, each draped with colorful banners and adorned with flyers and posters. Donning distinctive uniforms or insignias, club members called out to the passing students, their voices blending into a cacophony of persuasive enthusiasm.

Amidst this organized chaos, one individual remained conspicuously overlooked. He stood at the crowd's edge, unnoticed by the bustling upper-level and eager first-year students.

It wasn't for lack of effort; everyone knew precisely why he was ignored, though it was a topic that seldom surfaced in conversation. His eyes, dark and thoughtful eyes, survey