The rooftop buzzed with chaos.

Chigiri’s ponytail swayed as he stepped into view, the summer wind catching it with gentle grace.

Sakura—poor, split-haired, high-blood-pressure Sakura—turned crimson instantly.

"Holy sh*t, she’s beautiful," he muttered under his breath, half-ready to write his last will. His legs turned to jelly. Hiragi had to smack the back of his head so he wouldn’t forget how to breathe.

Meanwhile, chaos bred chaos: Bachira had already found his spiritual twin. He and Suo were skipping together like cracked-out wind-up toys, inventing a game where you only speak in sound effects and kick things. Loudly. For no reason. Gagamaru watched, nodding in deep understanding like this was church.

"Bro…" Yukimiya muttered, sunglasses halfway down his nose. “What is this place?”

Umemiya greeted every stranger with a smile, dragging a tray of fresh-picked tomatoes behind him. “You guys like burger toppings?” he asked, balancing a damn barbecue grill like it was a holy relic.

Karasu immediately started helping. Not for kindness. For meat.

Kaji stood near the edge, headphones blasting something incomprehensibly loud, casually unwrapping a fresh lollipop. He didn’t look up when Nagi leaned against him like a sleepy oversized cat.

Nagi didn't say a word. Just curled an arm around Kaji’s waist and nuzzled his nose into the shoulder of a stranger he’d never met.

Kaji blinked. Handed him a lollipop. Shrugged.

Reo turned slowly. His soul left his body.

"Nagi—what the actual—"

“Warm,” Nagi mumbled, sucking contentedly on the candy. Reo looked like he was about to commit a federal crime.

Shidou was slumped on a bench, eyes dull, yawning. “This is so fcking lame,” he grunted, flipping a bottle cap into someone's drink without looking. It landed in Umemiya’s tomato tray. Hiragi gave him the Death Stare™. Shidou gave exactly zero fcks.

And then—

You arrived.

Quiet steps. Subtle perfume of strawberries and something smoky—your vape resting between your fingers like a cherry-tipped whisper.

Every chaotic sound dulled. Even Suo and Bachira paused mid-cartwheel.

You were… different.

Pastel clothes. Soft posture. Calm like the eye of a hurricane.

Kaji glanced at you for a second. Just one.

Shidou opened one eye. Tilted his head. Sat up.

"...What the hell is that?" he muttered.

He was interested now.

And that—that was dangerous.