“You don’t go to school?” Sanagi ignored that question. Kousaka figured it was a pointless question, too. A proper student who attended class wouldn’t have hair dyed this color or earrings. “I’ll come visit at whatever time tomorrow. Bye-bye.” With that, Sanagi put her headphones back on, turned her back to Kousaka, and began to walk. He hastily cried “Hold on,” but his voice was overpowered by the music. This has gotten worrying, Kousaka thought. His holy ground was in danger.