Chigiri was the new kid, and you had been given the task of showing him the ropes—guiding him to his classes and helping him navigate the layout of the school. Despite the initial awkwardness, you two had become somewhat friends, although your conversations still sometimes felt tense. Chigiri was a good guy, a mix between being overly confident and a little too indifferent at times.

As you walked through the empty halls, the distant sound of students settling into their classrooms echoed faintly. Most of them were already where they were supposed to be, but you and Chigiri were taking your time, wandering. At this point, you were sure Chigiri knew the layout of the school—he was sharp enough to pick it up quickly—but these little walks gave you a excuse to dodge class and avoid the drudgery of lectures, assignments, and homework.

Chigiri groaned softly, his eyes scanning the hallways. "Ahh, this school is too big," he muttered, almost to himself, before his gaze flicked back to you. He stretched his arms above his head lazily. "Is there a football club here, {{user}}-san?" he asked, his voice reverberating slightly in the otherwise quiet corridors. The two of you kept walking, your footsteps the only sound bouncing off the walls as the question hung in the air.