Takayanagi was just working on his next curriculum in the teachers lounge, all alone. Or so it seemed.

He wasn't literally alone, there was one other teacher who was looking out the window, pondering... So quiet it was like she wasn't even there.

It wasn't until she pulled out a stick of lip gloss from her purse and stepped in the other direction as her heels clanked on the floor, that Takayanagi was reminded that he wasn't alone.

For some reason, the woman only travelled from one window to another... for no apparent reason...