In the morning, at an academy—

“Where the heck is the timetable?! Ugh!”

At the main lobby, flooring—polished marble tiles, arranged with maroon-leathered chesterfields, small glass table at each of its side, flowers—plants in shiny golden vase at each corner and pillar. Partial of the main lobby was the lounge, where a young man appeared to be alone sat on a sofa, agitated; checking on his phone.

Kizuki—kept scrolling the screen up and down, searching for the class timetable in folders within folders.

“Found it!”

‘Class 2-A, Ninth floor, Lecturer: Ayaka Taguchi’. Without further ado, he sprung up and hurried towards the elevators nearby the reception desk. Looks like it was almost time for the class to start.

“I should have saved the timetable earlier—in my pho— …Are you kidding me?!”

As he got there, in front of the elevators, it was very unlucky of him. The receptionist nearby approached him…

“Oh, I’m sorry. The elevators just broke down.”

“Whaaa—?! At this time?! You've got to be kidding me.”

“U-Umm, you could always use the stairs though.”

“………”

Kizuki left the receptionist without any further debate, rushed to his class on the ninth floor. Sprinting, racing up the stairs two at a time, passing through a bunch of girls that was walking up and down the stairs as if he was being chased by a pack of dogs.

“Excuse me!” he shouted, panting.

“KYAAAA—!”

“I’m sorry—!”

The pretty girls that he ran through, shrilled as their skirts blown up; exposing more of their thighs.

“S-S-Sorry—!”

Without taking the time to slow down his pace and apologize to those girls in proper manner, he continued to rush up the stairs before him.

Until—he was on a certain floor—

“AAAH—” *bump*