“That’s against fire code.”
She would simply listen to the sound of his pencil moving, the soft scratch of graphite on paper, and she would think: This is the only equation I never want to solve.
Rina found her there. “Oh my god,” Rina whispered. “That’s you.”
Item 3: He did not speak to anyone else in class. But when Ayumi muttered answers under her breath during history, he would nod, just slightly, as if confirming her logic.