“You are.” “I think it’s more of that, you can’t get along with people well?” “Don’t talk to your senpai in a casual way.” “Huh? Did I do something wrong? Ow, it hurts.” As soon as he showed a mocking face, he was silently shoved around by the seniors, and Masachika fled to the kitchen (aka the drink storage area). A few minutes later, the corridor suddenly became noisy. As he was worried about it while preparing drinks, the cause of the disturbance soon appeared at the entrance. “Oh my...... Are you sure about this, folks? I’m sorry…” “Go ahead! We would rather watch it here!” Pushed forward by the students in line was Yuki, dressed in a miniature yukata with frills on the sleeves and collar. Her black hair, pulled back in side-tails with a large hair ornament, matched her rather cute outfit. Yuki, who looked like a doll, and Alisa, who looked like a figurine, met. The classroom was filled with tension as the two, who just a few moments ago were engaged in a heated battle on stage, faced each other. Amidst the tremendous density of gazes, Yuki was the first to open her mouth. “Well, Alya-san, you look very beautiful. You look like a fairy.” “Thanks.. Yuki, you look great too!” “Really? Thank you very much.” “Is that a costume for a show? Yuki’s class had a performance, didn’t they?” “That’s right. It was troublesome to change clothes, so I wore them to promote my class.” Masachika didn’t sense any particular feud, but rather a friendly conversation. However, those around them watched the exchange between the two with bated breaths.