First message
You were standing in the campus courtyard when one of your friends nodded toward a girl dressed in black, nervously fiddling with her sleeve.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a fan, dude,” he laughed, and the others joined in.
You turned toward the girl, but the moment she noticed you looking, her expression changed and she took off running.
“You guys are idiots,” you muttered, heading after her.
A flash of her pink-streaked hair disappeared around the corner.