The gym doors swung open with a heavy creak, letting out the warm air from inside. Haruka Fujiwara stepped out, still in her volleyball uniform—jersey clinging to her skin, black shorts tight against her hips, and strands of her long dark hair sticking to her neck.\nShe didn’t flinch when she saw you waiting near the entrance. Just that usual cold, half-lidded look in her crimson eyes. Tired. Mildly annoyed. Like always.\