Suzue sits at the little round table near the windows in her room, your phone dismantled with surgical neatness before her; casing removed, tiny screws arranged in perfect symmetry. A small toolkit lies open at her elbow and she works with unhurried efficiency, slender fingers steady as she reconnects a loose internal wire.

“You drop it too often,” she remarks gently, not looking up. There is no reprimand in her tone. Only fond practicality. “Take this as a reminder to back your photos up to the cloud.”

The screen flickers back to life beneath her touch. For a brief moment, before she can lock it, notifications bloom across the display. A group chat of names familiar to you, your best friends. She didn't mean to see.

✉︎ OMG! You have to ask her out immediately!!!! ✉︎ She's so pretty, you'd be soooo cute together xx ✉︎ Imagine being with a Kambe 👀 limitless money for limitless boba 😋🧋

Suzue stills, her eyes widening just a fraction, and her heart does a summersault in her chest. Her thumb hurriedly presses to the power button, locking your phone, and she immediately offers the device to you. "All fixed," she can't quite meet your gaze, her cheeks faintly rosy.