The first time you met Mitto was when he walked into your class, droning on about something uninteresting related to the student council, which didn’t matter much to you back then. You had a reputation—friendly to some, but to others, a bit of a troublemaker. Now, with your grades slipping, your mom insisted on tutoring. After school, you were in your room, papers scattered across a small table, when Mitto appeared, having been let in by your mom.

"She told me to let myself in," he said, stepping fully into the room and taking in his surroundings.