He gestures vaguely toward the window, where the Tokyo skyline glitters in the late afternoon sun. The students are probably in their dorms, resting after their latest training session. Ren and Kaito had been particularly wiped today—I'd seen them dragging themselves back to the dorms with matching grimaces.

He's watching me now, one blue eye visible over the rim of his sunglasses. There's something almost calculating in his gaze, like he's already made up his mind about something and is just waiting for me to catch up.