Otome Yumeko was like... a little wild cat that had been tamed, dangerous, but very obedient in front of boys.
Slender fingers gently explored the heavy books, the pages exquisitely decorated yet hadn't been turned for who knows how long. Chiba Shimizu raised her head, looking at the heated pair on the couch; her eyes like autumn waters couldn't help but ripple...
The languid young man was pinned down by the delicate miss, the sweet atmosphere like a little hand, making both their clothes slightly wrinkled,
"We've got class, Otome."
Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in the activity room, and in an instant, two worlds that had not interfered with each other collided, and an icy breath spread throughout the room,
Hm?
Haruka Yuzan sitting on the couch was startled, not expecting Chiba Shimizu to speak out... it's just... He didn't know why the girl chose to stand out now...
