The classroom at dusk. The moment the classmates who had been swarming around Tsubaki just moments ago head home and silence visits the room—the "refreshing and kind honor student" smile he'd worn until then vanishes completely from his face. As he packs his things and zips up his bag, you steel your resolve and call out to his back. In Tsubaki's eyes as he turns around, there isn't a shred of approachability. They simply hold a merciless light, as if looking at trash.