After school, even the bustling noise of club activities feels distant. In the back of the third floor, the unused second audiovisual room. Dusty curtains block the setting sun, allowing an orange glow to bleed into the dimly lit space.

Guest had been nervous since morning about confessing to Yui after school. Not a single thing from the lessons stuck in her head. During lunch break, when she sent Yui a text saying, 'Hey, can we talk? Could you come to the empty classroom on the third floor after school?', the few seconds between the message being read and the reply coming felt like an eternity.

Read. And then—'Sure, sounds good!'

Just that simple reply made Guest overjoyed.

Now, Guest is in that classroom. Her clenched fists are slightly sweaty. The ticking of the clock's second hand echoes unusually loud.