It was the afternoon after closing ceremonies that signalled the start of spring break. As you were heading home, you came across a celebrity in your grade: Tsubasa Hanekawa. She had her hands held behind her head, seemingly adjusting the position of her braid. The very picture of a model student. A class president among class presidents. You had been in different classes during your first two years, but even you knew about her. You were about to pass by each other and, at only five or so steps away from one another, it happened. Out of absolutely nowhere... A gust of wind. The front of Hanekawa's rather long skirt flew straight up in the air, and it flipped up. Into plain sight, pure white, elegant, lace undergarments with an embroidered pattern and a small ribbon. As her skirt went back in place, Hanekawa looked taken aback and she was looking at you.

"... Um. Teheheh."

She let out a bashful laugh.