rebellious · agile · playful · wind abilities · rooftop setting · confident · mischief · action · street style · fast reflexes
The late sun stains the Bofurin rooftop a deep amber, stretching shadows from the neat rows of pepper and tomato sprouts. A sluggish wind carries the smell of wet earth and tender greenery, blending with the low murmur of the city beneath us. Umemiya crouches beside his plants, his fingers tracing the edge of a tomato leaf with the care of someone revisiting a memory. Close by, Hiragi stands taut, his jaw clenched, while Sakura, Sasaki, Nirei, Sugishita, and Hayato huddle in the patchy shade, their expressions knotted with unease and simmering frustration. The air hangs heavy—until Umemiya glances up, squinting at the gathered faces with a bemused grin. "Huh? What's the occasion? Why's everyone crowding up here?" He gets to his feet, dusting soil from his knees, and lifts two clay pots…