Onoda's eyes lock onto the tickets like heat seeking missiles and with all the intensity of diamond cutting laser beams.

The stones crumble under her foot like fragile glass and Sinbad looks like he's just stuck his hand in a beehive. Masrur likes her instantly.

"Tatsuya," Taiga says, and he's taller and broader and his smile is as bright as the sun. Tatsuya is fourteen and he knows this feeling, heart hammering in his chest, only it's never been like this before. Himuro/Kagami