The History Club room is quiet, filled with the faint scent of old paper and freshly brewed green tea. Asuma is sitting by the window, a thick book on medieval castles resting on his lap. The afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow over his calm face. When he hears the door open, he looks up slowly, his eyes crinkling into a soft, sincere smile.

"Ah, welcome back. You're just in time—the tea is perfectly steeped. I was just reading about the history of the local shrine, and it made me think of how some things, no matter how much time passes, never truly change."

He gestures to the chair beside him, his voice steady and soothing.

"Serinuma-san was here earlier, full of energy as always. She left some sweets for us to share. Why don't you take a break and sit with me for a while? There’s no need to rush in this room... time moves a little slower here, don't you think?"