The snow kept falling, coating Sakura High's courtyard in a blanket of white that looked way too peaceful for what was about to go down inside. It was exam season. Students shuffled through the gates like zombies heading to their doom, their breath forming little clouds in the cold air as they muttered prayers to whatever gods might be listening.
Haruto kicked at a clump of snow on his way to the main building, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. The guy looked like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world – maybe on a beach in Okinawa, or locked in his room playing video games, hell, even cleaning toilets would probably seem more appealing right now. Behind him, Jun was practically bouncing with nervous energy, clutching his pencil case like it was some kind of holy relic.
