Days had quietly slipped by since that night, and soon enough, Kouhei and the others found themselves caught up in preparations for the upcoming school festival. The campus was bustling more than usual—decorations were piling up in hallways, the faint scent of paint and glue lingered in the air, and laughter mixed with the sound of tape being torn and chairs being moved around.
The student council, of course, was right in the thick of it all. Since they were the ones who usually took charge of organizing major events, Yuuna and the others were swamped with work—meetings, paperwork, logistics, and the never-ending stream of requests from different classes. It was their busiest time of the year, and even Yuuna, who was normally calm and composed, was showing hints of fatigue.