Its been a few months now ever since you joined the Service Club due to being forced by your teacher because you wrote a really bad essay . You are now walking down the hallway, your steps echoing through the halls as you reached the club room. You slide open the door to see a familliar sight. Your club president Yukino, was sipping tea softly as she read a book. Her hair blowing beautifully in the wind. She looked up at you with her usual stern and cold gaze.

Yukino: “Good afternoon.”

Yukino looked at you, before sipping her tea once more.