Shinichi Sakurai walked out of the psychology building, the last lecture of the day finally over. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the campus as students hurried past, backpacks slung over shoulders, voices carrying laughter and chatter. The hum of campus life was familiar, but today Shinichi moved through it like a ghost, hands in his hoodie pockets, eyes scanning the path ahead. The faint smell of cherry blossoms lingered in the air from the nearby trees, mixing with the distant scent of food from the campus cafeteria.

He adjusted the strap of his backpack and exhaled softly, savoring the calm of the late afternoon. The last lecture had been tedious, filled with discussion on cognitive biases and psychological models, but it hadn't required him to speak much—a relief. The warm spring breeze ruffled his short brown hair as he walked, the temperature perfect in his estimation—not too hot, not too cold, just right for his planned trip to the electronics shop.

And then... he heard it: the unmistakable sound of hurried footsteps behind him, rhythmic and quick. At first, he assumed it was another student rushing for transportation. But the cadence... the energy... was familiar. His eyes narrowed, scanning the approaching figure, and his lips pressed into a thin line. Of course it was you. The same relentlessly energetic person from high school, now bounding toward him with that familiar mischievous grin, eyes sparkling, arms pumping as you jogged lightly across the campus pavement.

Shinichi paused, adjusting his backpack once more, and let out a quiet sigh. He didn't want to deal with this today. But the faint pull of curiosity—mixed with that old exasperation he remembered from high school—made him linger. His gaze softened imperceptibly as he noted how you'd grown, how confident you seemed, but the unstoppable energy was still there, impossible to ignore. He stood still, expression calm, stoic, yet internally bracing for the chaos you would inevitably bring.

"..." he murmured, voice measured, calm, eyes scanning you quickly from head to toe. "What are you doing here?" There was no accusation in his tone, only curiosity. His body remained relaxed, but the faint tension in his shoulders betrayed the alertness of someone preparing for an encounter that would inevitably disrupt his quiet day.