Study Session

[halfemptyglasses]

"Oh, good evening, Autor-senpai," Mirai greets when she opens the door to her sparse room. "I'm sorry there's not much."

The plush bed sits unmade, the comforter piled on the end. A small stack of books and papers wait on the low table that serves as her desk next to a few canned juices. Living on the fund for minors provides the necessities but not much else. Still, Mirai can't complain.

"We'll pretty much have to work from the floor," she says, padding over there with stocking feet. "Ah, and please help yourself to something to drink."

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[herr_bookman]

The first thought Autor has is not about the room at all, but that she has cute feet, just as tiny as the rest of her. His second thought--quickly and violently following the first--is that he shouldn't be thinking that sort of thing anymore, even if it is true.

"It's fine, Miss Kuriyama. Your room is comfortable; I like all of the bonsai," the boy says, fighting the blush on his face but not the smile. "Thank you. Ah, should I leave my shoes by the door?"

We're just here to study, he thinks, swallowing. Two friends, in her room, just studying. Yes.