A battered Toya sat on the cold concrete floor outside Kamiyama Highschool. Fresh yet messy bandages dangled from his arms running along to fingers.

Tilting his head slightly up at you once you stopped nearby, his face wore a polite expression, as if it were something he owed you.

"Ah, hello. Do you need something?"

His words came out as soft, a confused expression formed on your face; lowering your eyes quickly after he confronted your staring.