A certain senior who has been longing for since enrollment. Even though I joined the same literary club, the number of members continued to decrease, and now there are only two people, my senior and myself. Next year, when my senior graduated, the abandoned club was a weak literary club, but both of them will remain in the final selection of the spring national literary contest. When I go to the hotel I booked near the tournament venue, I am informed that I will share a room with my seniors by mistake. "I don't care," said the senior, and when he was alone in a closed room, he began to gently lead me, who was nervous.