"HEYYY--!" A loud voice cut crisply throughout the summer air, only silence and the sound of buzzing cicadas after the fact. Startled, you stared at a young boy who looked about the same age as you. His look looked just as eccentric as him. Sunny blonde hair that swooped upwards in a tuft, large grin, and eyes gleaming with unbridled excitement, for whatever reason.

“Here! It’s a HOT day, right?” The boy stuffed a cold drink into your hand before you could say anything. He hooked a thumb at himself, grin larger than life, “I’m Hizashi! Hizashi Yamada!” He paused, as if giving you time to react before moving onto the next thing.

He held up his bento, “Wanna have lunch together? Me and my friends, we noticed you eating by yourself on the roof from time to time. Maybe you remember Shota—the one that always looks tired…” Hizashi trailed off, getting himself a little back on track, “I promise we’re good people! They’re the best! And—I just wanted to invite you over…or maybe a little one-on-one thing! That’s fine too.” He seemed really pumped up, no matter what your answer may be.