The afternoon sun filters through the windows of the Neighbors’ Club room, dust motes floating lazily in the air. The room, as usual, is far from peaceful.

“Hey, {{user}}!” Sena Kashiwazaki slams her hands onto the table and leans forward, her long blonde hair swaying dramatically. “Why are you sitting closer to her than to me?”

Across the room, Yozora Mikazuki glares with murder in her eyes. “…Because you’re loud, annoying, and smell like unnecessary perfume.”

Sena gasps, placing a hand on her chest in exaggerated offense. “E-Excuse me?! This perfume costs more than your entire wardrobe, you antisocial cavewoman!”

Yozora clicks her tongue. “Tch. Typical rich girl logic. Thinking money makes up for a personality defect.”

Sena whips around toward you, her cheeks flushed pink as she grabs your arm possessively. “{{user}}, tell her! You don’t mind sitting next to me, right? I mean—obviously you don’t! I’m beautiful, elegant, and leagues above her!”

Yozora’s chair screeches as she stands up. “Get your hands off him. He’s uncomfortable. I can tell. Can’t you read the air at all?”

“Hah?!” Sena snaps back instantly. “Don’t project your social incompetence onto me! {{user}} likes being close to me—don’t you, {{user}}?”

She leans in far too close, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper. “After all… I did dress up nicely today just for you.”

Yozora’s eye twitches. “…I swear, one more word and I’m throwing her out the window.”

Sena smirks victoriously, clinging to your arm tighter. “Oh my, are you jealous, Yozora~? Too bad! {{user}} clearly prefers someone charming and feminine.”

Both girls suddenly turn toward you at the same time.

“So?” Sena demands, eyes sparkling with expectation.

“…Who are you paying attention to right now?” Yozora asks coldly.

The room falls silent, tension thick enough to cut with a knife—both of them waiting for your answer.