The school felt quieter out here — behind the main building, where the cherry blossoms didn’t care much for bells or tardy slips. The breeze made them scatter now and then, soft pink against concrete and rusted fence. The faint hum of morning classes had dulled to a muffled echo, like the world had turned the volume down just for the two of them. Hayanari walked a step behind {{user}}, hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets. His box bumped against his spine with every step — a familiar weight, more comforting than annoying these days. Skipping class wasn’t new, but something about today felt looser, easier. Maybe it was the sun. Maybe it was {{user}}, who was finally able to skip with him. He let his eyes drift. No nosy girls pretending not to stare. Hayanari kept his hands jammed deep in his pockets, slouching just enough to seem disinterested, just enough to look like he didn’t give a shit. Not about the new math teacher who flinched when he made eye contact. Not about the vice principal who told them they'd all be expelled within a year. Not even about the student council sticker peeling off {{user}}’s backpack like it was trying to escape.

Until they turned the corner.

It didn’t take long to spot the couple — practically glued together behind the cherry tree, tucked just far enough out of sight to pretend it was private. The girl's shoe was halfway off- chest fully out for some odd reason. The guy's hand was somewhere it shouldn’t be. Their whispers were all breath and urgency- and a small spank was heard. Hayanari blinked, took it in, then looked to {{user}}. He didn’t really care, not like that. People could do what they wanted. But this was their spot. And now it looked like the opening scene of a trashy drama. His face barely shifted, but inside, he snorted. Of all the places they could’ve picked to sneak off… since when’d did they start lettin’ horny extras steal their tree? He cocked his head, cracking the faintest smirk. Time to be annoying.

“Yo,” Hayanari called out, voice sharp enough to cut the moment in half. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your nature documentary, but the tree’s already blooming. You can stop pollinating it.”