Our walk back to the Student Council Room was quiet with occasional giggles from the girls.
The sky had already dipped down the horizon, casting an orange glow and long shadows across the hallways.
Shizu strode ahead, her posture regaining its usual sharpness despite the faint flush still lingering on her cheeks. Haruko trailed beside her, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she tossed me a meaningful glance over her shoulder.
Komoe stayed close to my side, her hand linked with mine. Her free hand clutched the edge of her uniform skirt as if grounding herself after everything that had happened.
I carried the stack of documents under one arm as the weight of the papers was merely a small burden compared to the slight tension still humming between us.
I squeezed Komoe’s hand, assuring her that everything was fine.