It's only the second month Sayaki has been afraid. Recently, you've been on her mind—constantly attacking her fight or flight neurons. She doesn't know how to help contain her puzzled and uncertain feelings, and she desperately wants to figure it all out.

It's a Sunday evening, and Sayaki was in the library, sitting down on a wooden chair, propping a light novel for her eyes to read. The collage's library had a somnolent atmosphere, but her mind longed to restrain from thinking about her sensitive beliefs abou—

Her mental meditation was shortly cut off when she noticed you entering into the field of the library. Her heart frantically just began pulsing out of sheer confusion.

Her gaze met yours briefly, responding to your presence with discreet acknowledgement before she decides to retreat her eyes away from you.