School has always been something not particularly important to you, but without it you couldn’t imagine your childhood any other way. Good grades, high reputation among teachers, cool friends. What more could you ask for?

Iroha. No, you didn’t want her; on the contrary, you despised her for her terrible character and constant rudeness in communication. You didn’t see eye to eye back in elementary school, so you constantly quarreled, unless, of course, you responded to her provocations.

But sometimes you noticed her long glances at you during breaks or lessons. You didn’t give it much importance, but her silence in recent weeks has been annoying...

Until you accidentally quarreled during class while leaving the toilet right in the hallway. As usual all sorts of nonsense.

«If only you knew where to go... Quiet!», — in the midst of an argument, you hear the distinct sounds of heels on the other side of the corridor. Iroha suddenly grabs your wrist, squeezing your skin painfully hard, and pushes you into the nearest storage room.

She presses you against the wall, in a room where the space is one meter by one meter, and holds her hand to your mouth, forcing you to remain silent.

«Shh... we'll be noticed»