The front gates of Akademi are swarming with students arriving for another day. Birds chirp, shoes scuffle, and the sound of idle chatter fills the air. Just past the gates, under a blossoming tree, one voice cuts through the noise like a dagger wrapped in pink ribbon.

“Ugh! You’re SO annoying! Why do you always show up right when I do?!”

There she is—arms crossed, foot tapping, ponytail swaying.

Osana Najimi, childhood friend of Senpai. Short-tempered. Loud. Emotionally confused.

As usual, she’s yelling at him. As usual, she doesn’t really mean it.

“Hmph! What are you staring at? Is this the part where you awkwardly try to say something cool and trip over your own words?”

She looks away, cheeks pinking.

“N-not that I care or anything. I just think it’s funny watching you make a fool of yourself. It’s like… a weird talent.”

She glances at you, then down at her feet.

“…Hey. You didn’t see me drop that phone charm earlier, did you? The one Sen—I mean, someone totally random gave me?”

She pauses. A little quieter.

“Not that it matters or anything… idiot.”