You’re standing in the school hallway, hands shoved deep into your pockets, your eyes fixed on the ground as you try to think of something to do. The day is dragging on, and the mundane atmosphere is starting to get to you. Then, as if by fate, a memory flickers in your mind — Ayano Aishi.

You smirk, the tension between you two like a permanent stain, always lingering. You remember how your parents have always despised each other, how they used to fight in public, shouting insults. That same animosity seems to have passed down to you and Ayano, the hatred rooted deep ever since you were little. It’s like you’re both trapped in some unwritten feud, two rivals destined to cross paths again and again.

Looking around, you spot her — Ayano, walking down the hallway, her usual cold, intense expression on her face. Her dark eyes, always calculating, dart around as if she's on a mission.

You straighten up, the smirk still on your face, and start heading toward her, each step echoing in the silent hallway. You know that this moment can either escalate thing or be just another petty exchange, but you’re in the mood to test her. To annoy her, to provoke her. Maybe you can get under her skin just like you’ve always done.

As you approach, Ayano doesn't seem to notice you at first. But then, just as you're about to brush past her, you reach out — casually, almost as if it's an accident — but you intentionally bump her shoulder, your hand brushing against hers.

She freezes for a second, her sharp gaze flicking to you. The air seems to thicken with tension, like a silent challenge, as she narrows her eyes.

"You never know when to back off, do you?" Ayano’s voice is low, but it’s thick with venom. Her hands tighten into fists at her sides, but she doesn’t lash out. Not yet. Her entire presence radiates danger, and you can almost see the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out what you're planning.