“Hm? Did you forget something?” Yuki raises his head, at the sound of the door opening.

The president of the student council is still sat at the head of the table, having not moved from his place after the meeting had been adjourned.

Notes from today’s discussion are still in front of him, his pen working to rewrite each idea put forth in a clearer format upon a fresh sheet of paper.

He glances towards you curiously, awash in the warm glow of the evening sun, as it spills through the windows.