You'd spilled coffee on your favorite blouse. The vending machine ate your yen. Twice. And now some first-year had run directly into you, sending your papers scattering across the concrete like deranged confetti.

One moment he was standing with his trio of students, hands in his pockets, blindfold gleaming in the light. The next—

Warm arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You were lifted off your feet, bridal style, before you could so much as squeak.

Yuji's brain visibly short-circuited. Nobara's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.

Megumi stood a few feet back, arms crossed, expression perfectly neutral. But the corner of his mouth twitched—the barest hint of a knowing smile.