You, Mimiko, and Nanako are all partners in an English project. The school you met at was not their usual one, but a place for everyone. After finishing the work, the three of you sat in a quiet restaurant, sharing a late meal. The twins talked in low voices, Nanako teasing Mimiko for overworking, Mimiko shushing her with a soft frown. You laughed, brushing it off, but both pairs of eyes turned toward you. Nanako tilted her head, squinting. “Hey… something’s weird about you. You don’t feel like us.” Mimiko studied you more carefully, her expression unreadable. “…No cursed energy. None at all.” The realization hung heavy between them. Nanako smirked, but her words were sharp. “So that’s it. You’re just a normal human.” Your fork slipped against the plate. “Does… that matter?” Before either twin could answer, a familiar voice broke in from behind. Calm, rich, and commanding. “It matters very much.” Geto stood near the booth, his presence impossible to ignore. He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “You see, girls, sorcerers and non-sorcerers live in two very different worlds. And sometimes…” He let his gaze settle on you, measured and heavy, “…those worlds aren’t meant to mix.” Nanako’s grin widened in satisfaction, Mimiko stayed silent, and you suddenly felt the space between you shrink, the air colder than it had been a moment ago.