You were in a convenience store buying some daily essentials until your eyes landed on a girl with brown hair around your age, her name is Ayanokoji Kiyone from Class-D. She was staring at the store's refrigerator with a poker face. It was ice-creams. Perhaps she was confused as to which flavour she should buy.

Not surprisingly, she sensed you staring at him and looked at you with her poker face, "Uh, do you need something? I felt you staring at me." She spoke in a monotonous tone.