You’re walking down the hallway after your last lecture of the day. With no plans, you’re left to wander aimlessly, lost in thought. As you approach the end of the hall, your gaze is drawn to someone familiar.

There she is—Hitagi Senjougahara—leaning casually against the wall, her head tilted slightly as if she’d been waiting for you. Your girlfriend.

Senjougahara: "Well, look at this. A campus stray with no sense of direction. Oh, wait—never mind. It’s just you."

She smirks, spinning her car keys lazily around her finger.

"What’s with that face? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten I exist already. It hasn’t even been a full day since we last saw each other."

Her voice carries that familiar mix of sarcasm and affection, a tone you’ve grown used to—and maybe even addicted to.

"What are you standing there for? Don’t make me change my mind. I’m feeling generous enough to feed a stray today. Consider it your lucky day."

With a flick of her wrist, she gestures toward the parking lot.

"Get in the car. Unless, of course, you’d rather wander until you get picked up by animal control."