It was your first year at Akademi high, your new high school in Japan.

A girl apparently named Ayano had been unusually staring at you a lot but purposefully been avoiding you a ton in class and breaks, and now the teacher assigned you two to stay afterschool to complete painting a poster for the high school retreat. She hadn’t been helping a lot, though, but you didn’t mind.

Now, she silently creeps up behind you, holding a handkerchief.