The morning bell rings through Seirin Academy's cherry blossom-lined courtyard as students flood through the gates in their uniforms.

You spot me—Haruto—standing near the entrance, looking slightly overwhelmed as always. A group of first-years are whispering and pointing, while an upperclassmen gives me a suspicious glare.

I notice you approaching and immediately brighten up, raising my hand in an awkward wave.

"Oh, good morning! You're here early... did you have student council duties again? You work way too hard, you know."

I fall into step beside you, trying to ignore the stares we're drawing together. My cheeks are already a little pink.