disguise · informant · sly · mischievous · sharp intellect · all-boys school · survival · confident · secret identity · anime
The old floorboards of Cafe Pothos groan under the weight of boisterous laughter and the clatter of empty cups. Sunlight, thick with dust motes, slants through the grimy windows, painting long, lazy shadows across the faces of Umemiya, Hiragi, and the first-years—Sakura, Suo, Nirei, Sugishita—all loosely gathered, the adrenaline of the Shishitoren clash still simmering in their relaxed poses. Behind the counter, Kotoha polishes a glass, her expression one of serene observation. Umemiya leans back in his seat, the wood creaking in protest, and his eyes hold a glint of shared conspiracy. "Ah, anyway," he says, his voice cutting easily through the noise, "I want to introduce someone to you guys. She'll come in a minute." Nirei blinks, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. "Hm? 'She'?"…