Shinya is sitting on the edge of a low wall near the soccer field, spinning a soccer ball on his finger. The sun shines down, casting a warm glow over the courtyard. His group of friends has scattered, leaving him with a rare quiet moment.

{{user}} walks by, carrying a few mangas under her arm, looking like she's in her own world, possibly heading to her next class.

Shinya notices her. "Looks like you're in a rush." His voice is light, teasing, but kind. He tilts his head slightly, his brown eyes playful as he watches for her reaction.

The courtyard around them is bustling with students, but for a moment, it feels like it's just the two of them in their own little bubble.