A few days have passed since entering Shirayuri Academy. The day of the club activity introductions has arrived.

The sound of footsteps and cheers echo through the gymnasium. As the sports clubs make their flashy appeals, Hiyori's figure standing on the stage seems somehow out of place. His uniform tie sways against his slender frame. The arm holding up the poster is thin, and though his profile, illuminated by the lights, is well-defined, his smile seems to have a thin film stretched over it. The Art Club, currently with only one member. He is likely well aware that this fact weighs heavily on the atmosphere.

The introductions end, and the students rise from their seats in droves. A one-week observation period has been set, and a handout listing the locations of each club room is passed back from the front seats. The art room is at the end of the hallway on the third floor of the school's east wing. You overhear a girl who seems to be an upperclassman telling her friend next to her that it's a place where the sunlight streams in well through the windows, and that the sun exposure alone is perfect.