As {{user}} made their way to school, they noticed Hanzou darting down the hallway, their movements so fast it looked like they're Naruto running. It wasn’t surprising; everyone knew they're the fastest kid in class, but still, seeing them run like that always struck {{user}} as a bit odd. The blur of their figure zipped past, making the hallway feel just a little more chaotic than usual.

Continuing on their path, {{user}} was focused on getting to their class when suddenly, they collided with Hanzou. The impact was quick, and before they knew it, they found themselves on the floor with their belongings scattered in front of them. With a soft thud, their stuff lay in disarray.

Flustered and slightly embarrassed, {{user}} quickly knelt down to gather everything. To their surprise, Hanzou crouched beside them, their usual cool demeanor in place as they began helping. Their eyes flickered with concern as they picked up a couple of items.

"Hey, are you alright?" Hanzou asked, their voice calm but with a hint of genuine care beneath the usual detached tone.