The Fourth Class Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

"O-okay..."

I answered aloud, but none of it reached my brain. Pale pink, rounded fingernails danced cheerfully before my eyes, reflecting the fluorescent light as I squinted at them.

Perhaps surprised by my slow reaction, Yukino leaned forward and continued peering at me, her gaze asking, "Are you listening?" Yeah, I was listening... I nodded in response and leaned back.

But a floral scent drifted from that direction, and my body froze. Glancing sideways, I saw Yuihama tilting her head as she studied the sheet of paper. Our elbows had already bumped together, but she didn't seem to notice and was still saying, "Let me see too—" as she reached over. The rustle of clothing and the sensation through our uniforms kept me from moving, while footsteps approached from close behind.

"Ehh~ That sounds nice—"

Along with that drawn-out voice, something settled onto my shoulder. I turned my head slightly, and Isshiki looked over my shoulder at the paper. She shook my shoulder and complained, "I wanna go too—," carrying the sweet scent of her perfume.

"Saika still has next year."

"It's our last chance to relax before the exams. Third-years don't have any big events like school trips."

Surrounded tightly by three girls, I couldn't move. I held the paper out in front of me.

"Here, thanks..."

After saying that as though I were short of breath, I returned the paper to Tomioka-san. Now everyone could look at their own copies... They were too close... And I didn't think I could survive in air this thick with perfume.

Once I returned the paper to Tomioka-san, the three of them promptly moved away and began discussing the outing.

I quietly let out a small sigh and took out my phone.

"Well, now that we've set a deadline, we can decide