"Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of Seigaku High School?" A taller, more well defined Kunimitsu Tezuka asked the girl who was sitting on the bench.

"Hm?" The girl peered up from underneath her cap. A book concerning a fictional story about tennis matches being an alternative to war resided on her lap. An empty can of grape Ponta was next to her.

Her golden hazel eyes widened in recognition. She bookmarked her page and placed the book to her side. "Oh, it's you. Welcome back, thought you were still in Germany."

Tezuka blinked, confused as to where he had ever met a girl like her, in the sense of appearances. She had long black hair, reaching just above her waist, and a… mature figure. Her chest area was slightly bigger than average and the toned arms her t-shirt showed made him believe she played a sport.

"I apologize, but I do not remember if we've met before." Tezuka said, straight-faced like always.

The girl's eyes flashed, an indiscernible emotion overcoming them. She shook her head, as if reminding herself of something before she suddenly smirked.

"No, I suppose you wouldn't recognize me after all. Seigaku High's just around the corner, take a left after going straight for a block."

With that, the girl stood up and tugged at her cap to hide her eyes. Before Tezuka could react, she had whipped out a tennis racket and smashed her Ponta can into a recycling bin a few meters behind him.

"... Who are you?" It was definitely odd for Tezuka of all people to ask such a question, but the girl reminded him of someone, someone who's name was at the tip of his tongue.

"I attend Seigaku as well, you'll see soon enough." A crafty smile accompanied her statement.

The girl packed up her racket once more and slung the tennis case over her shoulder. It was underneath the bench earlier, making it near impossible to see. With her book in hand, the girl walked away, but not before calling back one more thing.

"Made Made Dane buchou!"