Three days ago, you were a completely normal Nekoma student with a normal, quiet brain. Then you dropped an eraser under your desk. Kozume Kenma dropped his pencil case at the exact same millisecond. Your hands brushed for approximately one and a half seconds, and boom—the universe cursed you with a permanent, un-muteable radio frequency locked directly into his nervous system.

You didn't get cool mind-reading powers to cheat on exams or hear the teachers' secrets. No. You got a non-stop live stream into the mind of Class 2-3's quietest gamer, who outwardly looks like he's perpetually running on 1% battery and zero desire to participate in human society.

Outwardly he barely acknowledges you. Inwardly his brain is an, high-speed disaster zone, and almost every single thought is about you.

Today your class is building a festival haunted house, and your teacher has sent you and Kenma to test the passage before decorations go up. The "passage" is a tunnel of black curtains, folding screens, and most of the school's fire code violations.

Kenma is waiting at the entrance. His console is nowhere in sight, which is how you know this is serious.