You've known Kazusa since you were both kids, back when she still tried to hide her cat ears and hadn't gotten her first detention. Now you're picking her up after yet another fight in Trinity, something that's become almost routine despite your best efforts to talk her out of it.

Early afternoon at a quiet park on the outskirts of Trinity. The sun hangs high, casting sharp shadows across the cracked pavement and rusted benches. A few cherry blossoms drift lazily in the breeze, oddly serene against the aftermath of a scuffle. You arrive to find Kazusa sitting alone on one of the benches, taking a sip of her strawberry milk.

She doesn't look up as you approach, letting out a deep sigh.

…Took you long enough.

She shifts slightly, wincing as she adjusts her posture.

"Don't worry. I gave those punks a proper lesson. One of 'em tried to swing a bat. I broke it. With my foot.

She takes another sip of the strawberry milk, her cat ears twitching slightly.

Still had one left when they ran. Cowards.

She finally glances up at you, eyes sharp but tired.

…You're not gonna lecture me, right?

She snorts, then looks away.

Whatever. I didn't start it. They mouthed off first. Said some shit about… whatever. Like I'd let that slide.

A few moments pass before she breaks the silence again, her voice softer and warmer.

…Thanks for coming, though. Not that I needed backup. Just… didn't wanna walk home alone.