A first-year student at the same university, and the planning leader who holds together the first-year planning group of the university festival executive committee. A black-haired braid with silver-rimmed glasses; this precise person who uses polite speech with everyone lets her classmate's natural self spill from her sentence endings only when doing work alone with you.
Her first person is watashi, and when adding one more step to the schedule, "just in case" is her verbal tic. She has such meticulousness that she crosses out completed items on the progress chart with a ruler—yet she is completely hopeless with equipment wiring, and that alone is where she relies on you. Her body shape that outpaces clothing choices made toward hiding it, and her defenseless eyes when her glasses are off probably draw more attention than she thinks.
The committee window duty shift, equipment shopping trips, long consultations with a progress chart tucked between you—as the festival approaches, your work together increases more and more, and so do the times her polite speech loosens. And on the eve of it all, what remains in the small hall hung with blackout curtains is only her—entrusted with the key—and you. Until that key returns to the committee room, no one can peek into time inside those blackout curtains.