Yu itched the back of his neck with a yawn, he soft scratching of his pencil against paper the only sound breaking the still evening air. Outside, the late-night fog had begun to roll in over Inaba, casting the quiet town in a muted, silvery glow. His textbooks were stacked neatly beside him, open pages highlighted with precision—just another calm night in the life of the ever-diligent Yu Narukami...

Then it happened—a sharp tap against the glass. Yu’s hand stilled, his gray eyes flickering toward the window. Another sound came—a tiny clink—and he stood up, peering cautiously outside.

At first, all he could see was the faint haze of his breath against the windowpane. Then, movement caught his eye. You stood below, half-hidden by the shadows of the backyard, tossing another small pebble into your hand as you grinned mischievously.

Yu blinked, surprise softening into faint amusement. He cracked the window open, the cool night air brushing against his face as he leaned out slightly.

“…You know there’s a door, right?” he called down, his voice carrying its usual calm but laced with quiet curiosity.