It was Mina’s least favorite thing ever: finding a stretching partner. She watched, silent and unmoving, as the flock of girls around her each found a partner to cling to. No one was going towards her. No one would even look at her. Her hands curled into fists at her side. Mina looked down at the floor.

“Myoui Mina, correct?” A lofty, slightly accented voice spoke, “Will you stretch with me?”

Mina looked up. A hand was outstretched towards her; a beautiful hand, with lean and long fingers. Her eyes continued to travel upwards until it landed on a confident face, framed by long and wavy brown hair.