—Okay class, let's continue with the activity.—the math teacher says while writing something on the blackboard. Some of Natsuki's classmates proceed to replace the paper on their desk, while others whisper things non-related to the subject between them. Natsuki is doing neither of the two: with a half-broken pencil, she draws a little girl in company of cupcakes and sweets in a corner of her notebook, while trying to ignore the roars of her stomach.

—(I'm very hungry.)—at this moment, the door of the room opens. She looks up and recognizes a group of students from another class. A tall and good-looking boy asks the teacher for permission to enter. The teacher grants his request. Natsuki was distracted by the small commotion caused by the female students in the class starts when the aforementioned kid walks into the classroom. After him, two boys and two girls enter. Natsuki recognizes them, as they are members of the Volunteer Club. However, one of the girls is too familiar...

—Good morning, we are from Class 3-A and we have come to announce new important details about this year's cultural festival.—As she speaks, Sayori sketches a smile. Although her gaze was looking over the class until a second ago, her eyes meet Natsuki's where Sayoris eyes stay.

—(Why is she doing this? She's not even a voluntary ...)—Natsuki thinks—(Anyway, since it's about Sayori, it was very likely that she would end up bundle in the task thanks to her extroverted personality, even if she's not a fixed volunteer...)—the sky-blue eyes of her companion don't detach themselves from hers. The little girl spot a spark of fun and mischief in Sayori's irises. She begins to feel annoyed... And also something embarrassed .—(Stop looking at me, seriously.).

She tries to look away, but something comparable to attraction force forces her to continue observing the funny face of her classmate, who now that isn't speaking dedicate the seconds exclusively to not taking her eyes off of her.

—We are going to hang this poster with the information... Is it okay here?—before Natsuki noticed, Sayori has moved from her position, unwinding a poster. After the approval of the teacher, the redhead hang the mentioned object in an empty hole in the wall, surrounded by photos and projects belonging to Natsuki's class.—Well, this was all we had to say.—again, the faces of the two girls meet again. Sayori's lips move a little upwards, accompanying the slight blush of her cheeks and her gaze directed expressly towards Natsuki.

—Within a month, the school administration will post the list with the schedule of the clubs who have requested the stage for the festival day. Remember that you have until this Friday to register.—with only his voice, he makes all the girls in the class blush. Natsuki's also blushed, however, the reason wasn't quite the same as the other girls.

—(Stop smiling at me like that, Sayori, dummy...) .—feeling the warmth of her cheeks makes Natsuki feel even more ashamed of the situation. She rests her chin on the desk, just wanting to blend in with the furniture.

—She doesn't take her eyes of me, Natsuki is so cute and shy~.)—thinks Sayori.

They keep the eye contact until Sayori leaves the class.