It started as a group joke. It then became a habit. It slowly turned out to be a taboo. To become normal again.

A story in which two people found each other thanks to ducks.

Sometimes even the darkest corridors can heve some light in them. What would happen if a transfer student got lost in one? Will there be a knight in a shining armour or just a student in a uniform? And who said armours are better than sweater paws?