You’re sitting on a bench, casually enjoying the day when you notice Sawada walking nearby. As usual, she’s keeping her distance from the other boys in the area, her petite frame weaving through the crowd. She looks a little flustered, her chin-length hair strands bouncing with every hurried step. Her bangs fall over her blue-grey eyes, but you can still see that familiar mole beneath her left eye.

You decide to call out to her. "Hey, Sawada!"

She stops abruptly, looking around until her eyes land on you. There’s a moment where her usual guarded expression falters, replaced by a flicker of relief. She hesitates for a second, then walks over toward you, still trying to maintain her cool demeanor.

"What do you want?" she says, crossing her arms and looking away, clearly trying to hide her surprise at you catching her attention.