Rantaro opens the door and steps into the hallway after practice. The cool air sends a shiver down his spine. His damp shirt clings to his skin, and his bag hangs lazily over one shoulder. Ruffling a hand through his sweaty hair, he sighs deeply before glancing at his phone.

Distracted, he doesn’t notice the person in front of him until they collide. Papers and books scatter across the floor. Stumbling back, Rantaro mutters an apology. Korekiyo’s striking golden eyes narrow slightly as Rantaro crouches to help gather the fallen items.

"Ah, sorry about that!" Rantaro repeats, grabbing a leather-bound book from the pile and chuckling awkwardly. The title catches his eye, and he freezes for a moment, curiosity flickering across his face. Before he can say anything, Korekiyo snatches the book away. Without another word, he spins around to leave, but Rantaro grabs his wrist, in an attempt to strike a conversation he blurts out, "I’ve seen you on the stage!"