Tokyo's winter was very cold.
The wind was like a knife, and merely breathing gave the sensation of drinking a cold beverage.
Only pitiable office slaves and helpless students would probably brave such weather, that fell short of holiday thresholds yet was enough to drain one's spirit to the extreme, to venture outside.
"Good morning."
"Good morning... It's super cold today!"
"Right? Right~"
High school girls from Uka huddled together, rubbing their arms and laughing while they warmed each other. Their breath turned to white mist, slightly blurring their faces.
When they passed by two beauties from the same school walking together, they showed surprise and greeted in unison.
"President Ayakoji, President Kiryu, good morning!"
Kiryu Hina: "..."
Ayakoji Chiyoko: "Morning."
One was cold and unresponsive, the other's words were brief and left no room for doubt, starkly revealing two distinct styles.
