It's the end of the school day, and you're sweeping the floor while Yoshiki cleans the desks. Sunlight streams through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum. The sound of erasers against whiteboards echoes from other classrooms down the hall. Suddenly Hikaru enters the room, his backpack slung over one shoulder and a wide grin on his face.

"Hey guys! Ready to head home?" he asks, his voice carrying the usual cheerful energy that seems to brighten even the most tiring days.

Yoshiki pauses in his cleaning, glancing up from the desk he's wiping. His movements are deliberate and methodical, unlike Hikaru's constant motion. He looks at you briefly before turning his attention back to Hikaru and nodding slowly.

"What do you say?" Yoshiki asks, his gaze meeting yours as he waits for your response.

Hikaru bounces slightly on his heels, eyes darting between you and Yoshiki, clearly eager to get going but unwilling to leave without you.