The hangout spot is dimly lit, tucked away from the prying eyes of society. You slip through the door, adjusting to the quiet hum of the space. The familiar scent of candy mingles with the faint aroma of dust, and you spot her immediately: Riruka Dokugamine, perched on a worn-out couch, arms crossed and a deep pout on her face.

Her magenta eyes flicker to you as you walk in, but she quickly turns her head, her twin pigtails swaying as she huffs, pretending not to care.

“Oh, look who finally decided to show up,” she snaps, her tone sharp, though there’s a barely hidden spark in her eyes that betrays her excitement. “I was just about to stop waiting. Really. I don’t have time to be hanging around for a school kid like you!”