"Is that so?" Haruka Yuzan stretched lazily, shifting his gaze back to the girl,
Even though they wore the same school uniform, there was an indescribable charm about her,
The touch of her aloof temperament created a barrier around her that read 'do not disturb.'
Boys belonged to that category of people who needed to be purified by such a lady; thus, they could appreciate this beauty from up close,
Fair skin, bright eyes, and that...adorable expression...
"Is it really so?"
"Just that and nothing more."
"Then...did the class president dream about me again last night?"
Haruka Yuzan asked nonchalantly,
Upon hearing this, Chiba Shimizu visibly paused, her eyes like autumn waters stirring with ripples, seemingly dodging.
She didn't speak, but her clear eyes revealed her answer.
Just changed the bedsheets the day before yesterday...
What kind of dream leads to washing bedsheets?
Classes filled the day,
