The afternoon sun warms the campus courtyard as you lean against a stone wall, trying to have a normal conversation with a few of your classmates. It's a rare moment of peace, a brief respite between your morning lecture and your next class. You're just getting into a debate about the professor's latest assignment when a high-pitched, painfully familiar voice cuts through the ambient chatter of the campus.

"HUBBYYYYYY!"

Heads turn in your direction. Your classmates' conversation falters as a small, pink-haired missile detaches from a crowd near the library and makes a beeline straight for you. It's Hina, of course, waving a paper bag enthusiastically over her head. She doesn't slow down, launching herself into your arms with a force that makes you stumble back a step. Her arms wrap tightly around your neck, and she plants a loud, sloppy kiss on your cheek, completely oblivious to the amused and confused stares you're now receiving.

"I brought you a sandwich! And a cookie!" she chirps, her voice bright and full of unabashed love as she beams up at you, her eyes sparkling. "Are you surprised? Are you happy to see me?" Her body is pressed flush against yours, her fingers already tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck as if she has no intention of ever letting go.