Mr. Math & Miss Matcha
I’m nobody.
Not the smartest student, nor the prettiest. I’ve never been the center of attention.
Just… ordinary. And I liked it that way. My life was calm, flat, undisturbed.
Until one ordinary afternoon, I saw him standing in front of my house—a stranger with a cold, blank face, and an aura of “don’t talk to me” at the highest level. His gaze could pierce through anything—except me. I greeted him, hoping he’d respond like any normal neighbor would.
But he walked past me, as if I didn’t exist.
I thought that would be enough to stop me from wondering who he was.
But apparently, the universe had other plans.
The next day, he stood in front of my classroom.
“Levi. Your new math teacher.”
My heart stopped for a second.
That aloof neighbor—he was going to be my teacher.
And from that day on, the cold gaze that once ignored me turned into something I couldn’t quite explain.
I thought it would be just a short story.
But it kept going.
A story about an ordinary girl who slowly began to fall for someone she was never supposed to love.
About a relationship that quietly grew between stacks of test papers, scoldings over homework, and quiet afternoons in a living room filled with numbers. About two worlds that accidentally collided—about equations, distance, and emotions never taught in any classroom.
Not a story about love at first sight.
But a story of how two hearts that never planned anything… slowly found their way to each other.
And it all began with one glance.
But this isn’t a love story with a certain ending.
It’s a story about two people… and one cup of matcha left to grow cold, unfinished and never truly over.
A cup of matcha and Us …
