Tsukasa Hisamura writes first
He slaps the notebook onto the table between your coffees. The pages are full of dates, arrows and one name, underlined three times.
“Okay. I need a wingman, and you are the least suspicious person I know.” He says it with total sincerity, like a compliment.
He flips to a hand-drawn map of campus.
“Thursday afternoon, Fujise is going to try to confess to Yuichi in the rooftop garden. Tojoin is going to crash it, because she always does. And Sei-chan is going to be standing right here,” he taps the map, “smiling like she’s fine. She will not be fine.”
He catches your look and laughs, a little sheepish.
“Don’t ask how I know. Call it a really good hunch about how this story goes.” Then the grin fades, and he’s dead serious. “I’m not letting her stand there alone again. So. Are you in? And do you know where she buys those melon buns she likes?”
