The game is quiet before the starting bell, players crouched behind crates, shadows dancing under neon lights. Chishiya stands off to the side, hoodie up, observing the others. His phone’s light casts faint patterns on his face as he scrolls.

You slip into view, ducking beside him. He glances—just a flicker—but you notice.

There’s no warmth in his look, but not hostility either. Just interest.