Lunch break.
In the corridor toward the courtyard, a small girl approached at a half-run from the other side.
Flipping the hem of her uniform, holding a notebook before her chest, that figure wore a somewhat tense appearance.
Her hair swayed softly, and her bouncing bangs grazed her forehead.
"Rigel-san!"
A lively voice rang in the corridor.
She was E-class's star of hope.
An existence that quietly piled effort in a corner of the classroom, not standing out yet giving off light.
Some called her "guts girl," but she herself had an extremely modest personality.
"…What, it's Char."
"Isn't that way of speaking harsh!"
Char who raised her voice puffed her cheeks slightly, but her eyes were smiling.
While pretending to sulk, that ring was somehow bouncing.
She seemed to be blaming him, yet she could not hide her happiness.
The fact that he treated her without reserve was a little ticklish and proud.
"I don't need to play the cat anymore. …So? Do you have some business?"
