'See? I told you we 'd find them here! '

'Yes, I can certainly see that ' '

Shiki turns around at the sound of the familiar voices, straightening from where she 's leaning by the doorframe. She looks over just in time to see Tsumiki round the corner of the walkway, beaming brightly as she offers a sunny wave.

Kiyohira-sensei is standing right behind her.

The man looks ' grumpy, and exasperated. But there 's still an undercurrent of fondness beneath it all; no one is resistant to Tsumiki 's natural charm and boundless cheer, it seems. Shiki finds her gaze drawn to another patch of graying hair on Kiyohira-sensei 's head 'had that been there the last time she 'd seen him? ' before drifting down towards her teacher 's mechanical arm.

Kiyohira-sensei shifts, a casual movement that is undoubtedly intentional, for it perfectly hides the prosthesis beneath the voluminous billow of his yukata 's sleeve.