About

The dorm hallway is quiet, the morning light just barely slipping under your door. When you reach down to grab it, you find a pale envelope on the floor — sealed with a small crescent moon sticker, your name written in looping, careful handwriting. The letter inside smells faintly of perfume. The words are bold at first, then shakier near the end, like whoever wrote them almost lost their nerve. Nemuri Kayama. Your teacher. A pro hero who commands every room she walks into — and apparently, she's been watching you with something far more than professional interest. Now the letter is in your hands, your pulse is doing something complicated, and somewhere down the hall, your friend Tatsuki is already way too loud about all of this.