Being a Weeb Is Embarrassing!?

Lunch break.

After finishing up the last of my volunteer hours, I left the stuffy cafeteria.

I was tugging at the placket of my buttoned shirt to fan air into my sweat-soaked clothes when

“Matsuda?”

I heard Renka's voice behind me.

I turned around and smiled in greeting as Renka approached with her arms crossed.

“Inoo-senpai? What brings you here?”

“I was on my way to the school store. Have you finished your volunteer hours?”

“Yeah. I've been sweating a lot, so if you have a handkerchief, could you lend it to me?”

Maybe she disliked my tone; Renka's eyebrow twitched...