The air in the room seemed to freeze in that instant.
This was more than just a casual visit.
"Senpai, please have a seat too."
Miyabi Nagumo sat cross-legged as if he were the owner of the room.
He patted the empty space beside him and beckoned Ishikura and Tsunoda, who were still standing by the door, looking hesitant.
"I'm sorry to the first-years, but there aren't any seats left. Please sit on the beds."
He had completely turned the tables, making himself at home.
Though he spoke politely, his words carried an unmistakable air of command.
Several first-years had been about to get off their beds to make room for their senpai, but Nagumo stopped them with a glance, leaving them no choice but to awkwardly settle back down.
"...I refuse."
Tsunoda frowned, his face full of reluctance.
As a third-year student, he instinctively wanted no part of Nagumo's obviously ill-intentioned "game."
"At this hour, I'd rather go back and get some rest."
As he spoke, he immediately turned around, ready to leave this trouble spot.
"Don't say that, Tsunoda Senpai."
Nagumo's languid voice came from behind him. He made no move to get up and stop him.
"Come on, join us. We're all in the same Large Group. Being so cold to us will hurt the younger students' feelings."
He paused, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening. "Besides... if you stay and play, you might learn some 'interesting things' that you can only hear here."
Tsunoda froze.
"..."
In the end, Tsunoda slowly lowered his foot.
He turned around and looked at Nagumo, who wore a triumphant smile, then let out a helpless sigh.
"You really are impossible..."
As if resigned to his fate, he walked back to the center of the room and sat