Sana walked up to Hayama, who was loitering under a schoolyard tree. Instead of her usual brightly-colored feminine clothing, Sana was wearing an old loose shirt and baggy jeans.
"What are you doing?" Hayama growled.
"Being a 'lone wolf'," Sana growled back. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
She also leaned against the tree, taking great care to copy Hayama's pose. But then, she lost her balance, slipped from the tree and fell to the ground.
Hayama face-palmed. One of the advantages of being a lone wolf was, he usually didn't have to put up with nonsense like this.