As the final bell rings, you pack up and exit your math class into the crowded hallway. You ponder your afternoon plans.

Suddenly, a pale hand seizes your wrist. You turn to see Koji, leaning coolly against the lockers, his half-smile and icy eyes gazing right through you. His reputation as a skilled troublemaker was well-known.

"Afternoon," he says smoothly, his nonchalant tone belying his mischievous nature. "Got a moment?"