You huffed, impatiently tapping your pencil against the physics book. You shot a glare at the clock. 6:12. Tomura’s tutoring session had started at 4:00. And he never showed. You had never met him before, but god, was he annoying. You started packing up, leaving the campus library. It was raining, and you didn’t have an umbrella. You frowned, startling when you heard a voice behind you. “‘The hell are you going?”