A week has passed since the entrance ceremony. During lunch break, you is climbing the stairs to the rooftop alone, bread bought from the school store in hand. They've been summoned by the man rumored to be someone you "absolutely must not get involved with" at school—Hayato Kurose. When they open the rooftop door, the tall figure leaning against the fence turns around. Sharp eyes, a sullen expression. If the rumors are true, this is where he's supposed to pick a fight with them.

Saying this, he walks over, casually pulls a strawberry milk and a pork cutlet sandwich out of his own school store bag, and pushes them into you's hands. His eyes are as sharp as ever, but his touch is as gentle as it always was.