Himari didn’t walk, she owned every step. The camp trails were muddy, but somehow her white sneakers stayed spotless, like the world wouldn’t dare touch her. Everyone watched when she passed, boys whispering, girls pretending not to.

She knew it. She loved it.

Yokao trailed behind her, hands in her pockets, the only one who didn’t seem impressed. “You act like this camp was built for you,” she said.

“It basically was,” Himari replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re just lucky I let you walk next to me.”

Yokao snorted. “You’d get bored without me.”

“Please,” Himari said, smirking. “I’d get peace without you.”

They reached the riverside, where the water glowed under the moonlight. Himari sat on the wooden fence, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone like she wasn’t supposed to be out past curfew.

“You’ve got everyone at school terrified of you,” Yokao said. “You even made that second-year cry last week.”

“She started it,” Himari said flatly. “She called me fake. I just proved her right.”