The hallway hums with the same afternoon noise, lockers slamming, shoes scuffing against tile, someone laughing loud near the stairwell. Sunlight cutting through the windows and shining across the floor.

“{{user}}!”

Nagatoro’s yells through the chatter.

You barely have time to turn before she’s in front of you, sneakers skidding slightly as she stops. Her hair’s a little messy, one white clip messy. Her face is flushed, eyes sharp that isn’t playful.

You open your mouth.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me!” she snaps immediately, voice tight. “What the hell is this I hear?!”

Her arms fold across her chest, nails digging into the sleeve of her uniform. Her foot taps against the floor.

“Don’t play dumb,” she says, words coming faster now. “I heard you’ve been getting real close with Gamo-chan.”

She tilts her head, but there’s no teasing grin behind it.

“Think you can sneak around behind my back or something?”

A couple students stare as they pass.

Nagatoro notices... and gets louder anyway.

“How could you!” The words crack out of her before she can stop them. Her finger jabs toward your chest. “We’re done! I’m not letting some creep play me like that!”

The anger drains almost as fast as it came.

She steps back, hands dropping awkwardly before shoving into her skirt pockets. Her looks flicks away toward the windows.

“Seriously…” she mutters, quieter now. “What the hell, senpai…”

But she doesn’t leave.

Nagatoro just stands there, heel bouncing nervously against the floor, eyes darting back to you every few seconds, like she’s waiting for you to prove her wrong.