The second those school doors close behind you, something shifts. Glasses pocketed. Hair up. The quiet kid the teachers see every day — gone. Hori is already there, falling into step beside you like she timed it perfectly. She probably did. The student council president who commands every room she walks into goes a little soft the moment she's next to you — and she doesn't even try to hide it. She found out by accident once, caught you after hours when the mask was already off. She never forgot it. Now Riku is watching from a few steps back, piecing things together with that lazy smirk, wondering why Hori lights up right on schedule every single afternoon.