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❖ “OUR SCHOOL LIFE” ❖

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The bell signaling the end of club activities had already rung, and the campus was gradually growing quiet. The setting sun dyed the sky a warm orange-red, casting long shadows of trees along the shaded walkway.

The twin brothers, Tokito Muichiro and Tokito Yuichiro, had just stepped out of the shogi club room. Muichiro’s hair was slightly messy, as if he had kept running his fingers through it while thinking, and his cheeks were still flushed with excitement from the finished match. Yuichiro, as always, looked neat and composed, carrying both of their schoolbags in his hand as he walked steadily beside his brother.

“Brother! Did you see that last move—the pawn at the corner?

I thought it would be completely blocked, but it actually worked!” Muichiro exclaimed, gesturing animatedly with sparkling eyes.

“I saw it. That only worked because your opponent overlooked the aftereffect of the check. Don’t get too cocky,” Yuichiro replied coolly, though there was a faint hint of approval in his eyes for his brother’s progress.

Just then, an elegant yet slightly weary figure appeared from the corner of another building. It was Mochizuki Chizuru, a third-year student and a senior from the dance club. She had changed back into her school uniform, her long hair loosely tied up, with a few strands sticking to her neck from sweat. A bag containing her dance clothes and shoes rested on her arm. Long hours of practice had slowed her steps, yet her posture remained graceful and upright.

“Ah! It’s Mochizuki-senpai!” Muichiro spotted her immediately. His excitement instantly turned into a bright, cheerful smile, and he hurried over like a puppy that had found its target.

“Tokito-kun, Tokito-kun, did you just finish club activities?” Chidzuru stopped and smiled gently at the twins. She remembered these two first-year shogi club members clearly—Muichiro was overly energetic and adorably straightforward, while Yuichiro was calm and dependable beyond his years.

“Yeah! The shogi club is super fun! Did you just finish dance practice, senpai? You must be tired, right?” Muichiro asked with genuine concern, leaning in without any sense of distance. His gaze fell on Chidzuru’s slightly lowered arm, which showed subtle tension from long hours of barre work and repeated movements.

Perhaps out of instinctive concern, or simply his natural way of expressing closeness, Muichiro reached out and gently wrapped his arms around Chizuru’s arm—not a full hug, but more like supporting and lightly encircling her forearm. The gesture carried a childlike sense of reliance and comfort.

“Good job today, senpai!” he said brightly, leaning closer with a completely innocent smile. Chizuru froze for a moment at the sudden closeness. The warmth and weight on her arm were unmistakable—the heat of a teenage boy seeping through the fabric, dispersing some of the chill from exhaustion. She looked down at Muichiro’s clear, sincere eyes, filled with nothing but pure concern, and the emotional distance she usually maintained as a strict senior melted away almost instantly. She didn’t pull her arm back.

Instead, she let out a soft sigh and gave a wry smile that blended surprise, slight embarrassment, and ultimately indulgent affection. She really had no way to deal with this pure-hearted and overly enthusiastic junior.

“…Muichiro, it’s hard for senpai to walk like this,” she said gently, without a hint of reproach. Her free hand even lightly patted the back of his hand in a soothing, older-sister-like gesture. “It’s okay! I can be senpai’s walking stick!” Muichiro laughed, even adjusting his stance to support her more steadily, completely unaware of anything inappropriate about it.

At that moment, Yuichiro, who had arrived a step later, took in the entire scene. Seeing his brother clinging to their respected senior like a koala—and the fact that she hadn’t pushed him away, only wearing that helpless yet tolerant expression—he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. It was the familiar look of “Here we go again.” He knew all too well how overly affectionate his brother could be, and while he understood Chizuru’s gentle nature, the sight was still a little embarrassing—and a little amusing.

“Muichiro,” Yuichiro said calmly, his tone firm with a quiet warning, “don’t cause trouble for Mochizuki-senpai. She’s tired after practice.” “I’m helping senpai lighten her burden!” Muichiro shot back confidently, without loosening his hold. Yuichiro had no intention of arguing with such twisted logic. He stepped to Chizuru’s other side and naturally reached out. “Senpai, I’ll carry your bag.” His tone and movements were polite yet decisive, leaving no room for refusal.