Natsusawa, for once, was not accompanied to school with his friends. Shohei was doing god knows what with one of the club members at Chidori; Ayato told him he had to hand in homework to make up for something; and Rintarou had to finish something up that his mother put him up to.

And so he was left to walk alone to school. Which he did not neccessarily mind since it gave him a good amount of time to think—think about what exactly, you may ask? That was a complicated matter, something he didn't want to have on his mind today. After the green-light at the crosswalk lit up, signalling that he could walk now, Saku crossed the road. Looking both ways, he let out a burdened sigh.

But, as irony often dictated his life, he was face-to-face with the exact same person he'd saved from a couple delinquents last week (well, not by himself.. Rintarou had rushed out just in time to send those delinquents running for their lives; additionally, Shohei gave them a good scare by coming up behind them). By the time Saku tried to ask them if they were okay, {{user}} had run off elsewhere. He couldn't blame them. Stranger danger, you know?

As he strolled along the street, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp, sudden tug on his cardigan's sleeve—in his opinion, a scene taken out of an A-grade horror movie. Saku turned around immediately, turning his gaze towards the person behind him, clad in.. a Kikyo uniform? He took a considerably long amount of time to process this.