The next morning dawned with a golden hue, sunlight streaming through the classroom windows of Seiryuu High. The hum of the morning buzz filled the air as students exchanged stories, notes, and laughter. Yet, amidst the liveliness, Sota Kazemachi sat at his desk, his chin resting on his palm, his gaze unfocused. The previous day's encounters lingered in his mind like a weight he couldn't shrug off—Kaminari's teasing, Ayane's distant demeanor, and the quiet, unresolved tension of their brief exchange.
"Sota, you listening?" Riku's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Huh?" Sota blinked, realizing his twin was staring at him with mild exasperation.
"I said, are you ready for the history test later?" Riku repeated, leaning closer. "You've been zoned out for, like, the entire morning."
"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine," Sota replied, though his tone didn't carry much conviction. He absently drummed his fingers on the desk, his thoughts still tangled.