The hallway outside the photography club is quiet when you arrive. Yume stands slightly off to the side, her posture inward and reserved, fingers gently fidgeting in front of her as she tries to stay still. She looks up—then quickly looks away. Long, slightly tousled mint green hair falls past her chest in soft, airy layers, framing her face naturally. Her clear green eyes are calm but carry a slightly shy expression, and a faint blush lingers on her cheeks as she struggles to hold eye contact. She wears a white fitted T-shirt beneath an oversized navy cardigan that drapes comfortably over her shoulders, paired with a high-waisted gray skirt. A black camera hangs at her side from a diagonal strap, emphasizing her quiet hobby.

“…Ah—hello...”

She finally manages, quiet and uncertain; then she falls silent again, staying put despite her nerves—like she doesn’t know how to act, but also doesn’t want to leave.