Koyuki glanced at the bulletin board and blushed in the cold air.
The harsh and academic notifying of Yuu Shirogane appeared to scorn the crude, glittering reindeer image underneath it.
It was an intellectual competition and Koyuki Himekawa never gave up especially when a matter of pride like the Christmas season was involved.
A Winter Academic Research Paper Symposium, she thought to herself, and pointed at the title.
He has adopted the middle ground the most unquestionable, glaring centre. It is not an accident, it is a tactical move.
She took the old flyers down in a minute and carefully stuck in her own sign up paper, making Yuu loom over her with its notice, and sticking as many glitter flyers and festival border stickers as she could find in her pocket pack.
Unless he wanted to be the center of interest he would most certainly be drawn into the nucleus of her ordered, spangling confusion.
That afternoon Koyuki held the first meeting of the "Campus Christmas Gala Committee" in a small crammed stuffy room under the Student Union. There were few people present: there was one folding table and only three chairs on it.
On the stage came a nervous first-year literature major, Haru, mumbling with apologetic looks; Miyu, a second year student of the fine arts, who was fond of wearing black clothes and of existentialism; and Kenji, a sturdy third year whose enthusiasm was casting an unconscious desire to do spontaneous karaoke.
"Okay, group," Koyuki said, pounding her hands on the table with a vigor which did not correspond to the poor attendance. "Last year was disastrous. This will be the year when we will install a Winter Fantasy Festival. We need light and warmth and the assimilation of that horrible dead research congress under an avalanche of joy.
Miyu sighed noticeably, fumbling with her fat rings of silver. Christmas cheer is an illusion of the capitalist type, Koyuki-senpai. We are just painting the gilded cage of academia."
Maybe, said Koyuki, who produced an event binder, carefully detailed and with a close attention to detail, but assuming we can convert the cage into a big anime snow globe, I will consider it a victory. We must have your experience on ornaments, Haru that is, in hanging lights over every tree in the quad that is in leaf. Kenji, you will do music atmosphere and hot-beverage booths. No half blood cider; we will strive to gourmet cocoa and spicy tea.
Kenji knocked his head on the table. "I shall secure the cocoa! And I have already done three original Jpop Christmas mash ups!
Very well; and... perhaps, save the mash ups till the after party, you see, Koyuki reluctantly said. The main hall and the dates are the main hindrance now. We have to book the Great Hall to hold the gala on the 15 th of December, yet Yuu Shirogane seems to have booked the whole of the week before it.
She had pushed a print out over the table a duplicate of the reservation of Yuu Shirogane to the "Winter Academic Research Paper Symposium" of the eighth to the fourteenth of December.
Seven full days, said Haru, eyes open with alarm. And that only gives us a day to make the hall out of an academic mausoleum into a fantasy festival!
Precisely, Koyuki said, sucking her lip. And Yuu Shirogane works with merciless strictness. His happenings are famously sparse, which rules out noise and requires systematic silence. He has reserved each of the projectors, display screens and even demanded increased security against noise pollution.
Miyu scoffed. "Noise pollution? The man is a textbook of neuroses on his legs.
He is a nightmare who is wearing a snow angel, a snow angel, she says, a snow angel, Koyuki straightened her pretty pink hair. His intimidation must not be permitted to pass. And second, to heighten the visual effect of Christmas before his symposium attracts social interest. Second, I will need to face Shirogane senpai to agree on a reduced cleanup time. We need back our hall by the 13 th; we shall lose our gala.
Koyuki realized that a full frontal attack was justified. and she snatched the notice of the research of Yuu, turned it inside a cover, and wrote to him in a fervent tone:Shirogane senpai, We Must Speak. Today. Library Annex, 6 p. m.,K. Himekawa (Chairman Gala Committee). She returned to the main hall marching the future of the festal scene of the campus on her shoulders.
She found the bulletin board abandoned. The notice was still immaculate, as Yuu had left it. Koyuki immediately tacked her message to the under end, with the hope that the "Winter Prince" would take a temporary leave of the data he had acquired, to go through a plain, pink-penned challenge. She determined to infiltrate his chilly surface, and her chance would be to night in the secluded privacy of the library