It was game night — the regional finals — and the Seiryuu gym was bursting at the seams. The school band blared the fight song from the upper balcony. Rows upon rows of students in blue-and-white colors swarmed the bleachers, waving hand-painted banners and thunder sticks.

And Haruna had never been more nervous in her life, seen as she began playing with her blonde dyed hair.

“Haruna,” her mother said beside her, elegantly brushing invisible dust from her slacks, “this isn’t exactly the section I imagined we’d sit in. It’s… very loud.”

Suddenly, the gym’s overhead lights dimmed for dramatic effect, replaced with sharp spotlights on the tunnel. A roar swept over the crowd.

Then you stepped out. Your eyes met hers.

She lifted one hand and waved — quickly, awkwardly. The lights reflected in her dark eyes. "Hey." She mouthed.