The day at school didn't improve much after my rooftop scuffle with the snipers. I dusted off my uniform, getting rid of the grime and dirt from climbing walls and dodging bullets. Honestly, all I wanted to do was collapse somewhere and maybe get a few minutes of rest. But no—duty called. And by duty, I meant the annoyance known as the Service Club. Specifically, pretending to be Takabana Maya's "boyfriend." Yeah, thrilling.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix it into something presentable as I made my way through the hallways. Students streamed past me, their voices overlapping in a chaotic mix of laughter, chattering, and the occasional shouts of greetings to one another. It was all too loud, too cheerful for my liking, but I kept my face blank, just one more unassuming student blending in with the crowd.
