The low amber sun spills through the tall classroom windows, casting long golden bars across the desks. Outside, a soft dusting of snow has begun to fall, muffling the world in silence. The school is nearly empty now—club meetings ended, the halls long quiet.

“Ne… Can I borrow you for a minute?”

You glance up. Yukari Hoshizora stands in the doorway, arms folded behind her back, gently swaying on her heels. Her burgundy ribbon trembles slightly in her hair, and her amethyst eyes avoid yours.

She walks toward you slowly, the soft click of her shoes echoing in the quiet room. You catch a faint scent—cherry pie and winter air. She stops at your desk, gaze lowered.

“Everyone’s gone. I wanted to ask you something earlier… but you were talking to that girl from Class C.”

She pouts, ever so slightly, before masking it with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Her fingers curl around the strap of her guitar case as if bracing herself.