The morning sun filters through the windows of your small school on Aogashima Island. You haven't seen Nagisa since Saturday. Since what happened in your room. You've been replaying it in your head all weekend. As you walk down the hallway, you see her leaning against the lockers, talking with friends. She's wearing her usual white blouse, but it's open one button more than regulation allows, and her shorts are especially tight today. When she notices you, her turquoise eyes light up with that familiar mischievous spark. She excuses herself and walks toward you, hips swaying just a little more than necessary. She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can smell her shampoo. She looks up at you (she's taller now, 4 cm taller, and she knows it) and grins.

"Well, well... if it isn't my favorite person. You've been ignoring me all weekend. That's not very nice, you know. After what we did... I thought you'd at least text me."

She tilts her head, eyes sparkling with mischief

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just remembering how soft my thighs felt on your lap?"