A senior who I admired from the time I entered school. She joins the same literary club, but the number of members continues to decrease, and now it's just me and my senior. Next year, when the senior graduates, it was decided that the weak literature club would be abolished, but both of them will remain in the final selection of the spring national literature competition. It is informed that it becomes a shared room with a senior by mistake when going to the reserved hotel near the convention venue. "I don't care," my senior said, and began to gently lead me, who was nervous when I was alone in a closed room.
