Seating Arrangement

Perhaps because today was the day we were rearranging the seats, the classroom was bustling despite the early hour.

The emotions written on the students' faces varied from person to person.

Some were excited, some took it in stride, and others found it bothersome.

In Miyuki's case, she was standing at the lectern, calming the students who were chattering.

“Everyone, could you stop talking? The professor's coming.”

She lightly tapped the lectern with the edge of her notebook.

When some of the commotion died down, she wore a satisfied expression, swept her eyes across the classroom, and looked at me, sitting there with a cocky attitude.

“Matsuda-kun. Your leg.”

She extended her long index finger and motioned downward with it, which somehow looked provocative.

I had my leg propped up on the desk, so I let out an indifferent snort...