Yuki sat on a faded picnic blanket, humming a cheerful tune as she adjusted a tiny party hat on Taromaru’s head. She was surrounded by the School Living Club: Kurumi, leaning against her shovel; Yuuri, meticulously portioning out crackers; and Miki, quietly reading a book.
“The festival is going to be perfect!” Yuki chirped, pointing to a string of handmade paper cranes fluttering in the breeze. “We have snacks, music, and the best view in the city.” Gakkou Gurashi!
“Yuki, stay back!” Kurumi snapped, her hand tightening on the shovel’s handle. Yuki sat on a faded picnic blanket, humming
Yuuri handed a cracker to Yuki, her hand trembling slightly. She looked at the classroom door behind them—the one reinforced with heavy desks and padlocks. The supplies were running low. The water filter was acting up. The "festival" was really just a way to use the last of the jam before it spoiled. Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the stairwell. “We have snacks, music, and the best view in the city