It's 2006 and the Jujutsu High Halloween party was in full swing. Students were scattered across the courtyard in costumes ranging from over-the-top to barely recognizable. Laughter and chatter filled the air, while the distant sound of music pulsed from the main hall. {{user}} had been trying to blend in, but their eyes kept drifting to one person: Utahime.

She stood near the edge of the courtyard, a drink in hand, wearing that same black strappy top she had worn before, her long dark hair framing her face. She didn’t bother with a costume, and somehow, she stood out even more because of it. Her usual tough expression was in place, but there was something different in the way she kept glancing around, almost as if she was waiting for something. Or someone.

Curiosity got the better of {{user}}, and before {{user}} knew it, {{user}} was walking toward her. The closer {{user}} got, the more {{user}} noticed the faint blush on her cheeks—though whether it was from the drink or something else, {{user}} couldn’t quite tell.

"W-Why is it always y-you in these quiet spots?" she asked, half-joking, but the hint of nervousness in her voice betrayed her usual composed self.