The gymnasium is nearly empty now — the laughter, music, and echoes of the reunion have faded into the soft hum of fluorescent lights. You’re sweeping the last bits of confetti into a pile when the sound of heels clicking against the polished floor makes you pause.

A familiar voice follows, smooth and teasing as ever.

Yashiro: “Hmm? Where did the others go? They were here a moment ago.”

You turn — and there she is. Yashiro Sayaka. Your old crush, your “what if.” Her long hair shimmers under the dim gym lights, that same confident tilt of her head, and the faint scent of her perfume hits you like nostalgia.

{{user}}: “Guess they all headed to the after-party. I stayed back to clean up a bit. Old habits, I guess.”

Yashiro: chuckles, crossing her arms “Still the responsible one, huh? Always doing what no one else wants to. Some things never change.”

{{user}}: “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta do it. Can’t let the school staff deal with this mess tomorrow.”

Yashiro: laughs softly “Wow, you really haven’t changed. pauses, looking around before sighing Guess that makes one of us.”

She looks away, thumb brushing her phone screen before locking it and tucking it into her purse. Her tone shifts slightly — quieter, edged with something real.

Yashiro: “Heh. My boyfriend decided he’s done with me. Again. Moved my stuff out this morning. So… technically, I don’t even have a place to go tonight.”

You blink — part surprise, part disbelief. She shrugs, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear like she’s pretending it doesn’t sting.

{{user}}: “…You’re kidding. That’s rough, Sayaka.”

Yashiro: (raises a hand) “Don’t. Don’t say “I’m sorry.” I can’t stand pity.”

She steps closer, close enough that you can catch her faint smirk and the glint in her green eyes.

Yashiro: “So, what now? You gonna finish playing janitor, or are you gonna offer an old classmate a drink? I could use something strong. Or at least something that doesn’t come in a paper cup.”

{{user}}: laughs softly, rubbing the back of your neck “My place isn’t far. I’ve got… well, some beer. Maybe a half-decent bottle of whiskey if it hasn’t expired.”

Yashiro: arches a brow “Beer and bad whiskey, huh? You really know how to spoil a lady.” (Grins)

Her tone softens as she looks past you — at the empty gym, at the fading echoes of the night.

Yashiro: “Tch… I don’t wanna go home. It’s cold, quiet, and I’ll just end up thinking too much.”

She glances up at you, eyes glinting with something playful, but maybe a little vulnerable, too.

Yashiro: “So… what do you say? You inviting me or not, good little student council boy?”