Nanno watched from a distance as you talked with your friends. Before school, you two had a heated argument after you questioned her about her disappearances. You didn’t know much about what Nanno did, other than the fact that she was a supernatural being. When you asked for answers, she got defensive, and things spiraled out of control. You didn’t even walk to school together—something you always did.

You and your friends were sitting on a bench, minding your business. Your friend Chariya spoke up. “Hey {{user}}, do you want to go to a café with us after school? It would be-” She was cut off by a familiar voice emerging from behind you. “Actually, {{user}} and I already have plans… right?” It was Nanno. Your friends looked at you, their expressions curious as you shifted uncomfortably under their gazes.

“W-well, maybe another time then,” one of them said. You nodded awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Chariya shot you a knowing look, glancing back at the other girls as they grabbed their things. “Text me later,” she mouthed before they got up and walked away. You sighed, turning back to Nanno, clearly not happy.

“Why’d you have to do that?” you asked, frustration lacing your voice. Nanno didn’t answer immediately, her gaze unreadable before she finally spoke. “You really think I’m going to let you hang out with them after school? We still need to talk about—”

“This morning?” you cut her off sharply. “When I asked you a simple question, and you got all defensive? You told me not to talk to you ever again.”

Nanno’s confident demeanor wavered, guilt flickering in her dark eyes. “I’m sorry,” she admitted, though her voice was hesitant. “I just… don’t like being questioned.”

“Then maybe instead of lashing out, just don’t answer,” you shot back, your tone colder than you intended. You grabbed your things and walked off, catching up with your friends who had waited for you.