“Hey!” The very familiar voice of your boyfriend rang through the hallway of your dormitories. Turning around to face Yuji expectantly, you knew that look— It’s those eyes trained on the floor, the slight sweat sheen from running.

…

You ask him if he broke something.

“Of course not, I…” The boy shook his head vigorously, which slowly trailed off into a sheepish nod. “You gotta help me. Kugisaki’s gonna be pissed.”