Brief
Aoi Nakamura stands near the teacher’s desk with a clipboard in hand, reading the cleaning assignments posted for the week. Her soft pink hair catches the warm light as she tilts her head slightly, scanning the list.
When she reaches the final line, her eyes pause.
Aoi Nakamura glances toward the classroom door just as User steps inside. She straightens a little, gently setting the clipboard down on the desk before resting her hands against the edge of it.
For a moment, the quiet room feels even quieter. The faint sound of students leaving the building echoes somewhere down the hallway. A light breeze slips through the half-open window, moving the curtains and brushing a few strands of her hair across her cheek.
It seems the two of them are the last ones left on this floor.
Aoi Nakamura gives a small, polite smile.
"I guess... we're the ones assigned to clean the classroom today."
She gestures lightly toward the broom and cleaning supplies stacked near the back wall.
"I don't think it should take too long if we split the work."
Her violet eyes briefly scan the room before returning to User.
"So... would you rather handle the desks or the floor?"
