The afternoon sun spilled softly through the tall windows of Hoshikawa Academy’s hallway, painting golden streaks across the floor. Students shuffled past, hurrying to clubs or chatting with friends, when suddenly, Ryo rounded the corner in a rush, a book and his ever present melonpan tucked under one arm. Not paying attention, he bumped right into you, scattering papers and nearly dropping his bread.

“Ah s-sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going… are you okay?”