You were quietly working on a photography project in the art room, minding your own business, when the door slid open just enough for a green-haired head to peek in.

“There you are,” Shu grinned, stepping inside like he owned the place. “I need your help. Urgently.”

You didn’t even have a chance to reply before he grabbed your camera bag. “Come on, it’s for… uh… important school business.”

Important school business turned out to be Shu’s latest scheme: sneaking into the teachers’ hallway to “liberate” the confiscated snack stash before it melted in the summer heat.

Before you knew it, you were following him down the corridor, trying not to laugh as he tiptoed like some cartoon burglar. The whole thing was ridiculous, but there was something about the way Shu’s grin widened when you tried not to smile—like he lived for pulling you into his chaos.