The soft morning light spilled over the exterior of the club building, having nothing to do with Ayatsuki Ayaka.
Today, she wasn't standing outside waiting.
Because the president of the Human Observation Society hadn't finished her observation task, Ayatsuki was allowed to be in the Kendo club early to watch Aozawa practice.
To avoid a repeat of Friday's scene, she specifically chose to enter the Kendo club after the other boys had left.
Ayatsuki Ayaka didn't go up to disturb him but instead squatted in a corner, holding a thermos filled with vegetable juice, watching Aozawa swing his bamboo sword in the center of the hall.
There wasn't a single trace of impatience on her wheat-colored cheeks; she just watched quietly, feeling utterly content, as if she could watch him all day.
