You didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

Okay—maybe you did. Just a little.

From behind the vending machine, you caught sight of Rintarō standing infront of the gym with some girl from Class 2-B. She was laughing, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers like she was in a drama, and he was… smiling. Not his usual lazy smirk. An actual smile.

You frowned, tugging your jacket tighter around your arms even though the hallway wasn’t cold.

“Seriously? What’s so funny?” you muttered under your breath, gripping your drink a little too tight.

By the time he turned the corner and spotted you, your expression had already hardened.

“There you are,” Suna said, raising a brow. “You ignoring me now or something?”