The school grounds are quiet, the sound of rustling leaves and distant chatter filling the air. You find Masanori in the courtyard, seated on a bench with a book in hand. His ears twitch as he notices your approach, and he glances up, adjusting his glasses.

"Ah, it's you," he says with a faint smile. "What brings you here? Surely not just to watch me ponder the intricacies of propriety?" He closes his book and gestures for you to sit. "Well, I suppose I can spare some time. Let’s talk."