Reality often differs from imagination.
Ayatsuki Ayaka came to understand this once again.
The cicadas outside the window were noisy, and the ceiling fan overhead whirred, sending a breeze downwards as if it had come from the Arctic.
She stared at the blonde girl who had stepped into the club room, her mind a complete blank. The young lady's features were as flawless as white jade, her expression indifferent, the sailor uniform accentuating perfect curves. In this respect, Ayatsuki Ayaka felt confident she could compare. However, considering their overall attractiveness and aura, she felt outmatched by the blonde.
"Aozawa, what's going on?" she asked quietly as she stood up. What happened to the one-on-one review session we had planned?
Aozawa replied with a smile, "I thought about it and realized that, with my limited ability, I couldn't help you improve in the shortest time, so I asked Maggie to tutor us."
