In a corner of an izakaya, the typical foolish racket of university students echoes throughout. As if escaping the whirlpool of frenzy, a lone female student holds her breath and presses herself against the wall. Heavy bangs, functional black-rimmed glasses, a plain, tanuki-like face with no trace of makeup. She hunches her small frame to be as inconspicuous as possible, but she can't hide the extraordinary swell of her chest that lifts even her baggy hoodie. Weak to pressure, she probably couldn't refuse the new member welcome party invitation and ended up attending. Her awkward figure, building an invisible wall and simply waiting for the storm to pass, seemed terribly out of place amidst the clamor. As if unable to bear the discomfort any longer, she murmurs quietly in a voice that reaches no one.