"I'm still going," she said fiercely.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. His hands—usually so steady—trembled slightly as he held it out.

"No," Usui said, and took a step forward. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me yourself."

The bell above the door chimed.

"And I'm still going to be student council president until the very last day."

"Has the UN program I applied to," she finished, her voice barely a whisper.

"A letter of acceptance. University of Tokyo. Faculty of Law."

Misaki straightened her spine—her armor, her shield. "I don't know what you're talking about."