large, unspecified number of people. “Are you that interested in Senjogahara?” Hanekawa asked. “Not really, but─” “Well, boys do like girls who’re prone to illness. Ugh, yuck. Filthy, filthy,” she teased me. She sounded more sincere than usual, though. “Prone to illness, huh?” Sure, she was prone to it. But was that really an illness? Was illness it? Her body being weak, and her being light as a result, made sense─but that went beyond such an explanation. Thin girl or not, a human being had fallen from close to the top of the stairs to the landing. Normally, it was a situation where even the person catching her could get hurt pretty badly. And yet─there had been barely any impact. “But don’t you know Senjogahara better than I do, Araragi? Why ask me? I mean, you’ve been in the same class three years in a row, haven’t you?” “If you put it that way, yes─but I thought a girl might know another girl’s circumstances a bit better.” “Circumstances…” Hanekawa chuckled drily. “If a girl had any, wouldn’t that be the last thing I should go around telling a boy?” “True,” I said. Of course it was. “So, um, think of this as the class vice president asking the class president a question, as the class vice president.