Two schools. One wall. A hundred unspoken rules.

Chidori Public High was known for its rowdy students and street-tough reputation — all noise, all edge, no polish. You — {{user}} — were no different at first glance. Tall, quiet, sharp-eyed, and impossible to read. You didn’t talk much, didn’t joke, didn’t flinch. And so, the rumors filled in the blanks.

But behind the steely silence, you spent your afternoons piping cream into choux pastries at your family’s cake shop. Calm hands, focused eyes. You never said much, but you always made the strawberry glaze just a little sweeter for the regulars.

And one day, she walked in. She stood near the entrance — posture neat, hands clasped, uniform from Kikyo Private Academy pristine and pressed. She didn’t say anything. Just stared at you behind the counter for a second too long… then ran out, flustered.

Then went back to dusting sugar. The next day, she returned.

“U-Um! I’m really sorry about yesterday!”