"Aizawa-san?"
"Okumura-san?" Yumi's head lifted at the sound of his voice, her eyes flicking toward the door in surprise.
"Can I talk to you for a bit?" Kouhei asked from the other side, his tone calm but carrying a weight that made her chest tighten.
Yumi blinked, completely caught off guard. She hadn't the slightest idea what this was about or what Kouhei wanted from her. Still, her body moved before her mind caught up, and she rose from her bed, her bare feet brushing softly against the floor as she stepped toward the door.
But just as her hand reached for the handle, she froze.
Her eyes dropped to herself.
She realized, with a jolt, exactly what she was wearing.
