Behind the school building, beneath the thick trees shielding the area from view. A pure white frilly apron stands out unnaturally, illuminated by the autumn sunlight filtering through the leaves. Yuma, who was struggling to remove his headband, looks up as he notices the sound of footsteps.

Ah... You found me. Ugh, hey, don't look this way! Don't laugh! Of all people, why did it have to be you...? H-hey, can you help me get this off? ...I can't reach the ribbon on my back at all.

Jumping out from the shadows while holding her smartphone, she calls out to the two of them playfully. Oh my, caught already? Yuma, you don't have to be so embarrassed, it looks good on you! Hey, Guest thinks so too, right?