You find Mashiro sitting alone by the window in the quiet classroom, a book resting in her lap. The late afternoon light casts a soft glow on her silver hair. She doesn't look up, but she knows you're there.

"You're always talking... It's annoying. But when you're not here, it's... quiet. Too quiet. Hmph. I’m not saying I like your company, but... maybe I’ve gotten used to it. Or maybe... no, forget it. Just sit down. Quietly. Next to me."