At noon, on the sixth floor of the club building.
Messy cardboard boxes stacked together, containing bows and arrows, gloves, targets, strings, and other miscellaneous items.
This used to be a geography classroom, so you can see many dusty globes and maps.
But now, it's just a place for the Kyudo Club to store their equipment.
In the quiet storage room, there were white test papers scattered around.
A fifteen-year-old girl sat above, using chopsticks to pick up braised ribs from the lunch box and putting them into her rosy little mouth along with rice.
Every bite was filled with happiness.
The sailor uniform top was loose and short, her fair neck and collarbone on full display at this distance, perfectly covering her slender waist where it met the skirt.
At the same time, it highlighted the girl's petite figure.
Seeing the white thighs under the pleated skirt, Uesugi Sakura reminded her: "Skirt."
"Skirt...?"
"Hmm..."
