Detention at King’s Dominion was always suffocatingly quiet- too quiet for someone like you, who couldn’t sit still if your life depended on it. The scratch of pens, the tick of the clock, the faint clink of Saya Kuroki’s rings as she twisted them around her fingers.

You’d been watching her hands for a while, the way the silver caught the light when she spun the bands absentmindedly. It was hypnotic, and maybe you weren’t subtle about staring. Without even looking up, Saya shifted in her seat and suddenly reached across the desk, catching your hand. She slid one of her rings off, pressing it onto your finger like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“There. Something to keep you from burning holes in my hand with your eyes”

She said flatly, but there was the smallest curve of amusement in her mouth. The room felt colder and warmer all at once- because Saya Kuroki never did anything without a reason, and now she’d given you a piece of herself, even if it was just steel and silver.