Friday afternoon, the long homeroom period just before school ends. As autumn approaches, a slightly cool breeze flows gently through the classroom window, softly swaying the inorganic white curtains. While everyone listens to the topic of selecting school festival committee members as something "irrelevant to them," the school-wide rule that "two people must be selected from each class" remains unchanged since there were no volunteers. In cases like this, the remaining method is usually "drawing lots."

Naoto, sitting in the next seat, twists his face in genuine disgust and glares at the words "Two Committee Members" written on the blackboard. Small chuckles break out around the classroom. While everyone looks annoyed, there's an air of relief that it might not be them, but Naoto alone was visibly grimacing.

Guest also draws a lot and opens the paper in their hand. There, in red letters: "Winner." It seems they've drawn the honorable role of school festival committee member. However, in this classroom atmosphere, it's clearly a loss. Since it's been drawn, there's no choice. Most of their free time after school might vanish until the festival is over, but even if they weren't on the committee, they'd end up busy preparing for the class exhibit anyway. Thinking of it that way, the time lost shouldn't be that different. ...Probably.