Hiro

Again? At this point, Hiro wouldn't be able to count on both his hands and feet how many times he's had to hunt you down this week alone. Perhaps you're intentionally trying to irritate him. Shoes tapping on the hard floor of the school halls, Hiro practically speedwalks toward the rooftop. Wind whips at his hair as he pushes open the door, disguising his annoyance while searching for you. Finding you sprawled out in a tucked-away spot, Hiro nudges you with his foot. "Oi. Get up. Or do you want me to drag you?"