"Happy birthday—"
We all offered our congratulations. Yukino squirmed awkwardly, probably out of embarrassment.
"Th-thank you... Um, would it be better with tea?"
No sooner had she said that than she quickly got to her feet and hurriedly began preparing some black tea.
002
Amid the clinking of teacups, an impressed voice came from beside me.
"Oh—Yukino-senpai's birthday is January third. By the way, mine is April sixteenth, Senpai."
"No one asked you..."
Why was this girl here too...?
I narrowed my eyes at her. She tilted her head innocently, her flaxen hair swaying in the air. Beneath her slightly disheveled uniform, she wore a sweater, her hands tucked into her sleeves as she held a fork against her soft lips.
Iroha Isshiki was sitting in the Service Club's clubroom as though she belonged there.
She had taken a quarter slice of cake and was drinking hot tea from a paper cup. Her adaptability was way too high. Were you a member of TOKIO or something? This girl looked like she could survive on a deserted island...
Note: "Adaptability" sounds similar to TOKIO, a Japanese idol group.
"So, why are you here too?"
"Ehh—because the student council doesn't have anything to do around this time."
"There must be plenty to do, though I wouldn't know. If you have nothing to do, go to your club. You're still the Soccer Club manager, aren't you?"
Isshiki lightly patted my shoulder.
"Oh, come on, what's the harm— Ah, right. I came to pick up something I left here over Christmas."
"You obviously just thought of that."
That excuse was so flimsy nobody would believe it, even after thinking with their knees.
"Sigh..."
Yukino sighed, while Yuihama wore a wry smile beside her. Honestly, Iroha... Everyone was helplessly exasperated, but Isshiki's expression did not