Imaizumi Keita returned to his room and lay flat on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, while everything that had just happened replayed in his mind.
Yanami Anna had actually been completely moved by just a single kiss; she really had a unique kind of cuteness.
The corners of Imaizumi Keita's mouth curled upward uncontrollably.
With this, there was no longer much need to worry about Yanami abruptly cutting off their relationship in this "fake couple game" that had started from "mutual exploitation."
Because her body was much more honest than her brain...
Thinking of this, a sense of satisfaction welled up within him.
After staying in the room for about ten minutes, the sticky feeling on his body became increasingly obvious. Imaizumi Keita went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed into a clean T-shirt and shorts, and stepped out of the room.
It was still very early, far from lunchtime.
Rather than letting his mind wander in the room, it was better to go out for a walk.
Thinking this, Imaizumi Keita strolled toward the dining hall of the Youth House, intending to familiarize himself with the surroundings.
On the other side of the Youth House was the venue for the Toyohashi City Student Council Union's joint training camp.
Unlike the deserted Literature Club side with only a few scattered people, that side was clearly much more lively.
Students in different school uniforms could be seen everywhere, gathered in small groups and discussing things; the air was thick with the aura of "normies."
Imaizumi Keita had no interest in that; he just wanted to find a quiet place to stay for a while.
He walked aimlessly along the stone-paved path. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
Just as he reached a fork in the road and was about to turn toward a more secluded direction, a familiar figure burst into his vision without warning.
Light brown wavy curls draped casually over her shoulders, and her entire person radiated a lazy aura as if she might run out of battery at any moment.
It was none other than Shikiya Yumeko from the Student Council.
She also seemed to be wandering aimlessly. Her pace was very slow, carrying a floating sensation as if she were sleepwalking, and she was "drifting" toward him along another path.
Imaizumi Keita's footsteps paused for a moment.
To be honest, he had a pretty deep impression of this senior.
That zombie-style, silent gal aesthetic was like a breath of fresh air among the beautiful girls he had met so far.
Looking at her pale yet unexpectedly beautiful face, that silent longing and attachment toward the opposite sex surfaced in his heart.
Just as he was pondering whether to take the initiative to go up and say hello, the slowly approaching Shikiya Yumeko stopped in her tracks.
She slowly raised her eyes, which were wearing white colored contacts, and looked at him for several seconds, as if confirming something.
Then, in her low-energy tone, she spoke up uncertainly.
"...Classmate... Imaizumi?"
"Good morning, Shikiya-senpai."
Imaizumi Keita nodded with a polite smile on his face and took the initiative to walk over.
"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here. Are you also here for the training camp, Senior?"
"Mm..."
Shikiya Yumeko nodded, her movements as slow as a slow-motion shot in a movie.
"This is... the Toyohashi City... Student Council Union's... joint training camp."
She paused, seemingly organizing her words before continuing, "Both the high school division and... the junior high division... are here."
Her gaze lingered on Imaizumi Keita for a moment, and a hint of pure curiosity flickered in those dull eyes.
"Is Classmate Imaizumi... here... for a trip?"
"You could say that."
Imaizumi Keita shrugged and naturally led the conversation back to their previous meeting.
"Do you remember, Senior? A few days ago, when you came to our Literature Club for an activity investigation."
"Mm... of course."
"Our visit this time is for a Summer Writing Camp organized by the club," Imaizumi Keita explained. "It's... like a writing retreat."
"Writing... retreat?"
A look of obvious confusion appeared on Shikiya Yumeko's face.
The term seemed a bit too profound for her.
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