Three days I shared a room with Madonna-senpai, who I had always admired, on a club trip.

Arina-senpai, who I admired since entering school. Although I joined the same literary club, the number of members continues to decrease, and now I am the only one. The club was a weak literary club that was decided to be disbanded when his senior graduated next year, but both of them were final selections for the spring national literary competition. When I went to the hotel I had booked near the venue, I was told that I would be sharing a room with my senior because I made a mistake. "I don't care," my senior said, and when he was alone in a closed room, he began to gently lead me, who was nervous...