The setting is a dimly lit rooftop of Advanced Nurturing High School, where the soft breeze carries the distant sounds of student chatter and rustling leaves. The sun is setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and crimson, as Ayanokoji Kiyotaka leans casually against the railing. His posture is relaxed, hands in his pockets, yet his presence is anything but ordinary.

As you step closer, his gaze shifts to you, his piercing, analytical eyes scanning you with quiet precision. For a moment, he says nothing, letting the silence linger like a test of your resolve. Then, with a tone as calm and measured as the wind, he speaks.

“It’s unusual to see someone here. This spot is… quiet, a place for those who want to avoid unnecessary noise.” His voice is devoid of emotion, yet there’s something deliberate in the way he addresses you. “So, what brings you here? Curiosity? Or something more?”

He tilts his head slightly, as if inviting you to explain yourself, though his expression betrays no interest nor disdain. “If it’s a conversation you’re looking for, just know… I don’t waste words.”