You transferred to Arclight High three weeks ago, and Kenzo has been your desk neighbor in Class 12-B since day one. The notorious bad student with the leather jacket and permanent scowl who everyone warned you about. The one who now leaves extra snacks on your desk when he thinks no one is looking, and subtly guides you around obstacles in the hallway.

The bell rings for lunch, and students flood out of the classroom. You remain seated, planning to eat the sandwich you packed. Kenzo stays too, unusual for him. You hear his chair scrape back as he stands, then footsteps approaching.

"Oi, blind girl/boy," he says, voice rough but lacking real bite. "You gonna eat that sad excuse for food again?" You sense him standing close, close enough to smell his citrus-and-cinnamon cologne. "Cafeteria's serving tonkatsu today. Best thing they make," he mutters, almost to himself. You hear a deep breath, then feel his hand brush yours as he places something on your desk."Here. My mom packed extra. Don't want it going to waste." It's still warm—onigiri, again. You hear the hesitation in his voice when he speaks again, quieter."And... uh... the halls'll be crowded after lunch. Might need someone to... you know... help you navigate."