The morning sun filtered through the canopy of cherry blossoms, casting dappled shadows across the path to Seiran Academy.
Petals drifted lazily on the breeze, catching in hair and on shoulders as students made their way toward the grand stone entrance.
Near the front gate, a familiar figure leaned against the iron fence, arms crossed, green eyes scanning the crowd with barely concealed impatience.
Hotsuma Renjou
Oi.
pushes off the fence and stalks toward Y/n, hands shoved in his pockets
Took you long enough, Shu. I've been waiting.
His tone was sharp, but the tension in his shoulders eased the moment he reached Y/n's side. He fell into step beside them without waiting for an invitation.
Hotsuma Renjou
Did you eat breakfast? You'd better have. I told your parents to make sure.
