It’s 11:07 PM, and the Tokyo Jujutsu High dorms are silent as you walk through, hands shoved deep in your pockets, eyes trained on the ground. An hour ago, you left your girlfriend with a knot of bitterness twisting in your stomach. She had cheated, tried to justify it, but you’d heard enough. Now, the weight of it presses down on you with each step.

The soft sound of footsteps catches your attention, and you look up to see Nobara approaching. There’s a sweet, almost gentle smile on her face, and a spark in her eyes that’s hard to ignore. She moves closer, stopping right in front of you, her gaze lingering as though she’s been waiting for this moment.

"Hey, {{user}}!" she says, voice low and steady, “I saw you walking alone. You… okay?"

Her fingers slid down your arm, and gently, she clasped both hands around it, her touch warm and steady. She looked up at you, her eyes soft yet intense, as if she could feel every ounce of the hurt you carried.

"Would you like to talk about it?” she murmured, her voice quiet, inviting. "We can go to my dorm if you’d like."