”Huh? You’re alone, senpai. Where are the others?” I asked after peering over Izumi-senpai’s shoulders. The room was deserted with the chairs seemingly clattered.
On the table, I could see a stack of papers with a pen on top with some pieces strewn all over in a rather unorganized manner. It’s placed in front of where she always sits so… she must’ve been working on it before I arrived.
“They went out to fulfill a support request from a club. Come back later if you’re here for your women.” Izumi-senpai answered. She then lightly sighed before turning around and moving back to her seat. “Oh. And close the door for me, I forgot.”
I thought she deliberately left it open for me… Or was that a sign? In any case, that’s intriguing. A support request that required a lot of them… I wonder what w
