The curtains were drawn.
The outdoor light could only fall above them.
The girl's room was tidy, to the point of feeling deliberately cleaned up.
Retracting her gaze from the bookshelf filled with art albums, the lonely girl sat quietly on the bed.
A loose T-shirt wrapped around her petite frame.
Beneath her peach-colored shorts, her plump thighs were tightly pressed together, with slender calves and fleshy thighs fitting against each other, and her small feet spread to the sides. Her sitting posture was quite adorable.
Her pure white skin exposed to the air was unshielded, completely visible.
Hanamaru Hanabi hugged a life-sized shark plushie, and as the door creaked open, she lifted her head to look at him.
After a fleeting glance, she lowered her head again, fingers clasping the fish's gills, and said softly, "I'm sorry... Sakura-kun... Hanabi doesn't want to go out today..."
She was referring to Uesugi Sakura's invitation to her last night.
"It's okay."
