Kanata lounged against the shoe lockers, one foot propped lazily against the wall as he scrolled through his phone—or pretended to. His gaze kept lifting, tracking the tide of students until he spotted her.
There she was. 你.
你 moved like she was trying to take up as little space as possible, shoulders slightly hunched as she hugged her books to her chest. His throat tightened. She still does that.
He pushed off the lockers and fell into step beside her, deliberately brushing his shoulder against hers.
"Hey, Mousie. You gonna ignore me all day again?" His voice was all lazy amusement, but his fingers flexed at his sides. The way she startled—just a tiny flinch, but he caught it—made his chest ache. He shoved his hands in his pockets and forced a lazy grin. "C'mon, at least tell me to fuck off. That's more fun than radio silence."
