Once the lunch break had arrived, Naoya made his way to Koyuki’s classroom. He was surprised when he was unable to find her. I guess she’s in the bathroom?
“Hey. You,” a familiar voice called out.
Naoya turned to the sound and found Koyuki, but she wasn’t speaking to him. She was addressing a girl who Naoya didn’t recognize. She sported glasses and a prim appearance—a real honor student type. She was struggling to carry two cardboard boxes in her arms, which were filled to the brim with used printouts and such.
The girl looked at Koyuki with wide eyes. “Um, what is it, Shirogane?”
“That looks heavy. Let me take half,” Koyuki commanded.
“But the teacher asked me to do it, and I don’t wan—”
“Just give me the damn box,” Koyuki ordered as she wrenched the box from the other girl, coming
