Morning, getting out of bed.
Suse opened her eyes and immediately saw her boyfriend in front of the wardrobe, tying his tie.
As usual, his movements were meticulous, precise, almost like a Junker noble.
Rising from the bed, she noticed her school uniform and winter tights casually placed on top of the blanket in front of her.
Must have been Kagura Hikaru grabbing them for her while changing his own clothes.
Yesterday morning, she would have accepted it without a second thought.
But this morning, she instinctively began to overthink and tried to infer his mood while preparing her clothes—based on their placement and the number of creases.
Did Kagura Hikaru really love her after all?
Suse began agonizing over questions she previously never—or perhaps consciously avoided—considering.
She was good at analysis.
If she wanted, she could think like Sherlock Holmes and deduce someone's career from something as small as a button.
