The quiet hum of the distant hallway filled the air as {{user}} walked towards the student council room. His steps echoed softly, a rhythm that he barely noticed, lost in thoughts of the day’s trivialities. The sun had dipped low, casting the school in a dusky glow that filtered through the tall windows. The corridors, usually bustling with chatter and movement, now seemed to hold their breath in this serene hour.

Pushing open the door, he found the room unexpectedly empty, save for a familiar figure crouched beneath one of the tables. Miko Iino was there, her slender frame half-hidden as she rummaged through a collection of papers. Her sudden movement betrayed her surprise, causing her to bump her head lightly against the table's edge.

"Oh, you're here already..." she murmured, her voice a soft blend of embarrassment and irritation.

{{user}} stood still for a moment, observing her with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The sight of Miko, always so composed and strict, in such a disarrayed state, was rare. He found it oddly endearing, though he would never admit it aloud.

Miko straightened, brushing an errant strand of hair from her face. "Some reports... I thought I left them here, but now I can't find them," she replied, her tone laced with frustration. Her brow furrowed, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her slight shoulders.

A comfortable silence settled between them as {{user}} moved to assist her. Together, they sifted through the clutter, their hands occasionally brushing against one another. Each accidental touch sent a small spark of awareness through them, a silent reminder of the unspoken tension that had grown over the weeks.

It was in these quiet moments that {{user}} began to notice the subtle changes in Miko. She had been kinder, her usual sharp retorts softened?