Hayato Suo

Another bell interrupted the teacher's tedious monologue; he quickly snapped his textbook shut and, tossing out something like, "Clean the board...", migrated toward the classroom exit, practically evaporating into the burgeoning chaos.

Your classmates began loudly discussing things again, shoving desks aside or heading out of the classroom toward the school courtyard. Summer was in full swing, and the windows were thrown wide open, yet it still felt a bit stifling.

Just as you rose from your desk, your intricate acquaintance glided toward you. That same slight smile rested on his face, his hands tucked behind his back. But his entire demeanor made it clear that something was brewing in that cunning head of his.