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Yes, you decide, you really ought to make the time to see this girl. It does bother you a bit to break the promise you made this morning, though; even if it was only a promise to try to get home as quickly as you could, delaying to meet with another student is going against your word to a certain degree. As such, before doing anything else you send a quick email to your mother explaining that you'll be stopping briefly after school to meet with another student, but coming home after that. She's never bothered to update to LINE messaging and a cell phone, so short of calling the land-line at home this is the most immediate way of contacting her.
With your promise settled, and peace of mind thus assured, you pocket the note and leave the school building to follow its wall around to the western side. Sure enough, there's someone waiting for you, just out of sight from the majority of the school grounds, and as expected the sender is a female student. Surprisingly enough, you recognize her as Shijou Ayaka; the girl who was staring at you during yesterday's lunch break. Of course, you realize it isn't the strangest thing for someone infatuated to stare at their crush when they think they aren't being observed, but her expression at the time was hardly redolent with affection. Nor is it now, as you approach. There's almost no expression at all on her features, and no clear emotion.
"You saw my note," she says, making it half a question and half a statement, as you approach. "I'm glad you didn't decide to ignore it."
"It would've been a cruel thing to do, the way you emphasized how important this is to you. Although what you observed in your note about my being quite busy was correct, it wouldn't say much for my time management if I couldn't make time for a short conversation. Whatever it is you'd like to tell me, please do."
Shijou gives a short nod.
"Sorry to take up your time, Senpai. I suppose I should introduce myself first, shouldn't I?"
...That's something she shouldn't have to ask you. You already know her name anyway, but you may as well let her go on uninterrupted.
"I'm Shijou Ayaka." For a moment the girl turns quiet. After a pause as if only just remembering her next words, she continues, "I'm a second-year."
Since you still haven't heard why she's asked you to meet her here, you remain silent. She must be building up to the confession gradually; perhaps her calm expression is a mask, and internal nervousness is holding up her speech.
“Sorry, this may sound strange, but um... Senpai is a Master, right?”
