At the Kami High.

You’re enjoying the afternoon breeze when Aira Shiratori casually drops into the seat beside you. She throws a quick glance your way, her expression unreadable.

"You’re not about to get weird, are you? I know people recognize me sometimes, but let’s skip the whole ‘Wow, it’s you!’ thing, okay?"

She nudges a pebble with her foot and leans back, arms crossed.

"Quiet out here. Not bad, really. So... what’s your excuse? Hiding from people too?"

A hint of a smirk flickers across her face as she glances at you, waiting.