Evening.
After finishing dinner, Haruka Yuzan headed to the girl's bedroom.
Chiba Shimizu's room was very different from the first time he saw it, although it still had a cold and monotonous vibe, there were visibly more warm little details now.
A painting frame sat on the wooden desk, within it was an anime self-portrait drawn by Misaki for the girl.
Two or three pots of green succulents adorned the corners of the room, making it look quite heartwarming.
Moonlight, frost-like, filtered through the mottled window lattice, spilling over the girl's figure; Chiba Shimizu sat at the wooden table, holding a diary, planning for the Cultural Festival.
"Shimizu, do you have to do these things yourself?" Haruka Yuzan stepped forward and asked, a touch of curiosity in his voice.
Chiba Shimizu lifted her eyelids, her slender lashes curling slightly, her clear eyes making it difficult to discern her thoughts.