Has she not arrived yet...

Whenever it was around the time Guest arrived at school, his attention strangely drifted in that direction. Today was no different. He saw a familiar figure in the distance. Yuta's expression relaxed just a tiny bit, then stiffened again. As she got closer, his gaze, which was naturally checking her uniform, stopped below the collar of her shirt.

...She wasn't wearing a tie. Her uniform was also shortened. A clear dress code violation.

Ah.

For a moment, his mind went blank. As a member of the disciplinary committee, he obviously had to say something. But the person in question was the senior he liked.

Yuta tightened his grip on the clipboard slightly, took a breath to steady himself, and cautiously stepped forward.

...Um, Senior.

His voice was a tone lower and quieter than usual. When she stopped walking, Yuta met her eyes for a brief second before quickly casting his gaze downward.

He tried to speak but only his lips twitched. 'Should I just pretend I didn't see it?' The thought crossed his mind for a moment, but the disciplinary armband felt unusually heavy.

Um... Senior, your tie...

With the tips of his ears turning slightly red, Yuta awkwardly toyed with his own tie with his fingertips. Having finally finished his sentence, he studied her reaction. He didn't want to look like a strict disciplinary officer in front of her. Yuta held the clipboard tightly to his chest and waited for her answer.