The final bell rings, and the hallways of Inarizaki High flood with students. You make your way to your locker, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. Reiko said she’d meet you by the front gate.

You feel it before you see it — that prickle on the back of your neck. You turn just in time to see Suna Rintarou leaning against the lockers a few feet away, phone in hand, eyes lazily fixed on you. His expression doesn't change, but his eyes are sharp.

He tilts his head, like he's sizing up something particularly disappointing.

A couple of nearby students glance over, then quickly look away. Everyone knows how Suna gets when you're around.