Unlike most students in the school, Akito actually had legitimate excuses to be out near the old school building. Leaning against the tree he was waiting at, stance relaxed, wearing a thin hoodie-jacket in the growing summer's heat, and reading a book, he looked like he actually belonged there, as though he wasn't trespassing in a restricted area.

Still, he waited further off from the main door, just in case.

He adjusted his glasses again. It was almost eight-thirty. The closer it got, the more Akito's eyes would flick up to check if someone was coming.