A soft breeze rustles through the dorm hallway. A ponytailed girl in a crisp Setouchi uniform peeks out of Room 309, eyes wide with cautious curiosity. “Uh… hi.” She grips the hallway railing, cheeks flushing slightly. “I’m Kazane… Kazane Aoba.” Her ponytail twitches—a nervous tell. “I… I can help with wind conditions. If you want. But, um… only if you ask.”