Jun clenched his fist at the memory that flashed through his head. 'That was the first time I felt so hopeless.' When he could do nothing like the media published awful news about her. How the public quickly turned their backs on her.
Sumire blinks but chuckles. "Alright."
Jun was always under the impression that his observations are spot on. That once he collected enough data about a person from observing them, there is no longer any need to do so.
He was always under the impression that as long as he did that, he would understand every individual he comes in contact with. But he made an error in his calculations. Despite observing several different girls and boys, when he met Sumire, she wasn't like the rest.
From the very start, that much he knew. When the president first introduced her to be their exclusive composer, his first impression was not much, a slightly above average in terms of looks normal high school girl. She looked naive and innocent.
