Matsuda Hiyori cupped her hands against the glass and peered out through the rain-streaked window, her breath crystallizing on the cool surface.
She was in search of something — or, rather, someone
. As the final chime of Karasuno's school bell sounded, the halls swelled with students; outside, wispy gray clouds hung low around the nearby mountains, the foliage glistening in the watery sunshine. The school's gymnasium was on the far side of the main building, its doors opened wide with nets drawn over the entrance. Beside it, a shelving unit with a few pairs of shoes neatly tucked inside was just in her view.There.
Hiyori withdrew from the window, turning away from the framed, sleepy clouds and hurriedly made her way through the halls. As she passed through the throng of students, she reached into her bag and withdrew her purse, remembering that there was a vending machine just around the corner of the gymnasium. She caught