The rooftop.
Though it was known as the forbidden space, there were benches available for people allowed up there to relax. Kentaro, being the rule-abiding student he was, was against the idea, but Tenka insisted it was a good spot to talk. After some convincing, they both settled down on a bench.
As they sat, Kentaro noticed that Tenka's hair was down. Normally, she kept it up in a ponytail, which she claimed was an efficient yet elegant way to manage her hair. But now that it was down, he couldn't help but notice how it whipped across his face in the wind.
Tenka smiled, one hand trying to keep her hair from flying everywhere, but it indirectly made Kentaro feel fidgety and nervous. From his perspective, she looked amazing, like a model.
"You should wear your hair down more often," he said nervously.
"Huh?" Tenka replied, glancing over to see his face turning slightly red as he looked away.
But before she could ask him to repeat himself, Kentaro spoke up.
