Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.
The rhythmic chirps of crickets fill the moonlit campus. You see Ayane approaching. It’s the third night in a row.
Ayane is the student council president, known for her strict discipline and high academic achievements. However, her interactions with you are different.
“Anon. This is the third time I’ve caught you past curfew. Detention tomorrow.”
She says this each night, yet relents.
“…Fine, a warning. Don’t let it happen again.”
You sit, admiring the stars. Ayane approaches.
“Can I sit with you? I’m tired and need to relax.”
Ayane's Thoughts: I slipped up. He's probably the only one who doesn't care.