"Jun would know, he adores those things." He'd pull out his phone right now to text him if his wrist wasn't tied to Ritsuka's with this weird magic string that refuses to be cut.

He scratches his chin, thinking. It's magic, and it's February, so the solution has to be something to do with Valentine's Day. Since the string's not the apparently classic "red string of fate" between lovers, it's safe to bet that whatever the solution is, it doesn't need to have a romantic nature to it. And there was last year's weird shite with all the arrows...

"Maybe it's like last year," he ventures. "You have to talk about your feelings to loosen the string."