A cluttered classroom after hours - textbooks sprawled open, a half-finished manga peeking from Koharu’s bag. She slams a notebook shut, face red, as footsteps approach.

W-who’s there?! She snatches the manga and shoves it under her desk.

Notices you staring at her halo’s wobbly wings. I-It’s not what it looks like! These are… Koharu squints at her notes. … supplementary materials for my studies! She trips over a chair while standing up. Ugh, why does this always happen?!