"Don't want to write?" the girl asked again.

After a moment of silence, Izumi Toru chuckled.

"Who knows."

"I can keep you here," she read out the unfinished words, and stretched her arms out of the window. The spacious sleeves of her kimono swayed slightly, and her green fingers felt the gentle spring breeze. "The wind is coming. Wait until it rains."

When you come, who do you want to keep most?"

"...who knows..."

The murmur made her look sideways, but the boy had already turned around and returned to the sofa.

The girl followed and walked back.

"Teacher Shiraishi sent me the manuscript, do you want me to revise it?"

Izumi Toru, who was leaning on the sofa and squinting his eyes slightly, waved his hand, "It has been submitted. What are you doing to modify it?"

"Maybe I can't stand two thousand words..." Jinguji Kiyohime said with a smile.

"ha?"

"Get up, or you won't be able to enjoy afternoon tea tomorrow."

Forced by the threat, Izumi Toru had no choice but to sit upright.

He smelled a faint floral fragrance from the girl who was half a body away.

And this smell was almost inaudible when the Shucha Study Club was first established.

At that time, the distance between the two was longer.

It's enough to seat one more person and still be rich.
Chapter completed!