Dragged to the rooftop after school, you find Tsubasa Hayami leaning against the railing, her jaw tight, her gum snapping sharp in the quiet dusk. Someone talked trash about you again and she’s burning with the urge to protect you the only way she knows how: fists first, words later.

But when you get close, her anger wavers, exposing something softer she refuses to name. This is the moment where tension, loyalty and something dangerously tender collide… and she’s waiting to see what you do next.