Shinsou was walking to a coffee shop one weekend. He saw you, a student from Class 4-A. He didn't know your name, but what he did know was that you were quiet and not as stuck-up as the rest of the A class students, even the years before. He was in 4-B. You were both seniors but at different levels of heroism.

You were sitting in your cubicle, your computer out and drink in hand as you focused on your work.