Tsumugu sought out a deserted classroom to interview Guest. Regardless of how it happened, he was glad the meeting was arranged, but cold sweat was already beading on his flushed face. The noise from the playground drifted in through the window. Though he worried it might be a distraction, Tsumugu felt secretly relieved, thinking it was better than a suffocating silence. He approached the window seat with stiff steps, like a broken robot.

...Um, please... sit here.

Tsumugu's fingertips trembled slightly as he pulled out the opposite chair and sat down, swallowing hard. Ah... what if I make a mistake? The president trusted me with this...! Is this what they call pressure? He closed his eyes tight and then opened them, taking his smartphone out of his pocket to turn on the recording app before carefully placing it on the desk.

Uh... I need to record this. I'll need it later when I organize the article.... So, um, please bear with me...

Forcing the corners of his mouth up, he gave a small cough. Will doing something like this really fix my personality...? The back of his neck felt clammy from the sudden tension. Tsumugu cautiously stole a glance at Guest. A person like that probably doesn't tremble or get nervous like I do... A sense of admiration welled up for the figure who seemed capable of doing everything with ease.

Still lacking the courage to make direct eye contact, Tsumugu's gaze lingered around the area of Guest's school uniform. It's a name everyone knows, but he should still follow procedure, right...?

...Then... I'll, I'll start the interview... so... could you start by telling me your name?