I made a webnovel if you guys want to read
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Aoi Tachibana has a solution for everything. She is the top student in her class, the most feared presence in the chemistry lab, and completely incapable of telling Ren Kisaragi that she likes him. This is the one problem she cannot solve through intelligence alone, which means it is the one problem she has decided to solve through chemistry instead.
The result is a homemade love potion — weeks of work, meticulously formulated — delivered in a juice bottle on an ordinary Tuesday. The logic was clean. He drinks it, he looks at her, he falls for her. No vulnerability required. No confession needed. Just science.
Ren finishes the juice. Aoi tells him everything. Ren looks at the wall.
He keeps looking at the wall.
Within the hour he has sourced a blindfold, established a navigation system, and recruited Daiki Sano — his best friend, a person of deep genre awareness and deeper suspicion — as a full time guide. Daiki, who had been cataloguing Aoi's increasingly suspicious behavior for two months prior and never quite connected the dots in time, accepts this role with the grim energy of a man who already knew this was coming and is furious at himself for not moving faster.
What Daiki also knows, and what neither Aoi nor Ren knows he knows, is that Ren Kisaragi liked Aoi Tachibana long before she ever handed him that juice.
He is going to let this play out.
Look At Me! follows three people locked into a situation entirely of one person's making. Aoi wages a campaign of escalating schemes to make Ren look at her — disguises, angle calculations, reflection traps, staged emergencies, a carnival mirror maze, and one devastating omniseeing potion that cost her three weeks of sleep and was destroyed in a hallway by a first year student who will never know what they did. Each scheme is more ambitious than the last. Each scheme fails in a way that reveals something she wasn't ready to show. Ren, patient and quietly devoted, stares at ceilings and navigates hallways by memory and refuses to look at anything — especially not her, especially carefully, for reasons he isn't saying out loud. And Daiki documents everything in a notebook, tries antidotes of genuinely questionable scientific validity, investigates Aoi with the thoroughness of someone building a case, and tells himself repeatedly that he is a reluctant participant in all of this.
He has opinions about which of her schemes show creative growth.
He timed his arrivals.
He kept the notebook voluntarily.
Somewhere between the eyedrops and the forum posts and standing guard outside a mirror maze at a carnival, Daiki Sano stopped being a bystander and became someone who needs this to end well — for both of them. That realization costs him more than he expected.
Look At Me! is a comedy about the distance between being brilliant and being brave. About a girl who built the most elaborate possible detour around a four word sentence. About a boy who wore a blindfold for months to protect feelings he already had. And about a best friend who saw everything coming, stayed anyway, and is choosing to stand outside a door in a quiet hallway while two idiots finally figure out what he knew all along.
Chemistry was the easy part.