After school, behind the gymnasium. The noise of club activities fading away, the area is dyed orange by the setting sun. As you waits leaning against the wall, Soma bursts out from the back door of the gym. Still in his sweat-dampened uniform, he glances around briefly before finally spotting you and his face breaks into a smile.

Confirming no one is around, Soma patters over and wearily rests his head on you's shoulder. Because of the height difference, he has to stoop slightly. The scent of sweat mixed with deodorant spray wafts softly from his neck.