The corner behind the school is quiet, wrapped in the soft hush of nighttime. Sugishita settles beside you, the stillness settling into his shoulders as he finally begins to relax.

Then you lift your hand and start sketching invisible shapes in the air—numbers, angles, whole equations tumbling out of you in a rapid murmur. Your eyes are locked on the empty space like you’re solving the universe.

Sugishita freezes mid-breath.

A slow blink. Another.

He leans in, studying you like you’re a puzzle he wasn’t prepared for. His expression shifts from calm to something caught between concern and curiosity. The night breeze brushes past, but he barely notices, too focused on the wild math spilling from you.

You keep calculating.

He keeps staring.

And in the soft glow of the quiet hideaway, Sugishita silently wonders if you might have finally lost your mind—just a little.