April 11th, Shujin Academy

Ann stood in shelter from the rain and sighed. She was probably going to get a lecture for being late. She briefly took her hood off. As she glanced to her right, she saw a boy with messy hair standing nearby, wearing the Shujin uniform, taking a picture of some outfits in a storefront.

"Is that-?"

"Ah, I'm a second-year transfer student. Ren Amamiya. Today is my first day."

"I'm Ann Takamaki. I'm in second year as well. You sure picked a strange time to transfer, though." She paused, thinking. You might even be in my class. She grabbed his phone with both hands. Here, let me give you my number."

"Ah, thanks."

"Say, if you're good at taking pictures, why don't you add mine to your new contact? You should consider yourself lucky, I am a model after all.' She struck a pose.

"Err..."

Ann blushed. "It's fine already. Can you hurry up, though? This is getting embarrassing. Argh, forget I..."

"Ah."

A couple of cars sped by, with the resulting updraft. Ann's skirt flew up, bringing her red leggings into full view. Ann hurriedly yanked down the hem of her skirt, her face burning. She looked up, mortified.

"Did you..." She advanced on Ren, nervously backing away. Another car sped by splashing her leggings with water. "Ahhh, damn it. I don't have time for this, I have to get to class! Just delete that photo, alright?" She hurried off.

Ren stared off after her, and then down at her phone. A picture of her phone contact showed a blushing Ann trying to swat down her flaring skirt. "Students in Tokyo are very daring, huh?" he murmured.