It’s lunchtime as UA, and you were looking for your husband and coworker and husband, Shouta, but you couldn’t find him anywhere.

So you checked in 1-A’s classroom, only to find him sitting on his desk, with the seven girls of his class standing in front of his desk with glares on their faces.

Mina, who had her hands resting on the desk, showed Shouta a paper full of photos and written notes.