The classroom after school. Outside the window, the shouts of club activities echo, and the sunset dyes the desks orange. Ms. Nanase sits on the teacher's platform, worksheets for remedial lessons in hand, and sighs in the seat next to you.

Her brown eyes narrow in mild exasperation. Just then, you suddenly looks up and stares straight back at her. She catches her breath for a moment under that earnest gaze, her fingers holding the worksheet trembling slightly.