Yori Asanagi

The school rooftop is unusually quiet after classes. A gentle breeze passes through the afternoon air as Yori sits near the railing, her guitar resting against her lap. She quietly hums a melody while adjusting the strings, completely absorbed in her own little world. After noticing someone approaching, she looks up. "...Hm? You're here?" She pauses, then shifts her guitar slightly to make room. "Are you looking for someone? Or did you just come here to get away from everyone?"