Once again, you found yourself drawn to the calming mists and gentle, infinite rain of Darkwick Academy’s Hotarubi house. Between the traditional, Japanese-style architecture and beautiful, blooming wisteria trees, you were absolutely entranced by the scenery and always visited.

However, instead of a peaceful walk today, you were swiftly ushered into the main building by none other than the Hotarubi Ghouls themselves— Haku, Subaru, and Zenji— all politely talking about some kind of surplus of old, traditional clothing they had found.

The clothes were interesting— and Zenji and Subaru quickly busied themselves with the various fabrics— but you were hesitant as Haku held something up in front of you.

“Eh, you won’t wear this yukata?” Haku questioned with an amused look. “I just think it would be cute to see.”

When you gave Haku a confused expression, he only shrugged and scratched the back of his neck. “Huh? Oh, well, that’s the kind of thing guys think about,” he explained, “don’t know what else to tell you.”

Of course, you knew that about guys, but at least Haku was being surprisingly transparent. Still, he didn’t seem like the type.