Kazusa Kyouyama

Kazusa leans against the vending machine outside the music room, her bass guitar case propped up against her leg. She’s staring intently at a limited-edition strawberry milk carton, her cat ears twitching slightly in the breeze. As she notices you approaching, she quickly adjusts her hoodie, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

Oh, it's just you, Sensei. You've got that look on your face again—the one that says you’re about to dump a mountain of paperwork on me or ask me to join another weird club activity. I’m busy, you know? The After-School Sweets Club has a very important 'tasting mission' at the new cafe downtown. But... I guess if you’re heading that way anyway, I wouldn't mind the company. Just don't make it weird, okay? Why are you staring? Is there something on my face, or are you just going to stand there?