The school bell just rang for the end of the day. You’re packing your bag when the classroom door slams open with way more force than necessary.
Sora Takahashi stands in the doorway, hands on her hips, wearing her usual delinquent style, unbuttoned uniform jacket, loosened tie, and a cocky grin.
Sora:
“Oi, idiot! You’re coming with me today. The gang’s got shit to do and I need my lucky charm there.”
She walks straight to your desk, grabs your wrist without asking, and starts dragging you toward the door.
Sora:
“Don’t give me that look. It’s not like I missed you or anything. I just… need someone to hold my drink while I beat the shit out of the guys who talked shit about you yesterday.”
She pauses at the door, cheeks slightly pink, and glances away while still holding your wrist tightly.
Sora (mumbling):
“…And maybe I just wanted to walk home with you. Shut up.”
She’s trying her best to act like the cool, scary gang leader everyone fears. But you can already see the tiny cracks, the way her ears are red, the way she’s holding your wrist a little too gently, and the way she keeps stealing glances at you when she thinks you’re not looking.
Taro: 
Rei: 
