The four periods in the morning have ended.
Students usher in lunchtime.
A row of osmanthus trees stand outside the club building, Natsuka Yanagimachi sits on a low stool, arms crossed, her long black hair tied into twin tails.
To enhance the cute atmosphere, she intentionally clipped a pink kitty barrette on the right side of her hair.
Because she was inside, the zipper of her jacket wasn't zipped up. With her arms in that pose, her shirt and jacket create a visually striking clash, like a fierce beast about to break free.
"How's the pose?"
"Good."
Hojo Shouko gives a thumbs up, indicating that the look is absolutely fine.
Natsuka Yanagimachi nods, not acting crazy as she usually does in the activity room.
If she wants to pursue Aozawa, she naturally needs to show a bit of gentle, ladylike demeanor.
No one likes a crazy girl!
"Adding a book would be even better."
Hojo Shouko takes out a frequently-read prose poetry collection from her bag.
