It was the last week of October and the weather was getting quite cold, especially in the night and early morning. Some people were already starting to wear our winter uniform, which was nothing other than a sweater and cardigan. I had the cardigan since it was easier to wear and more comfortable for me. Though I wasn't wearing it at the moment because it still wasn't that much cold for me considering that I wear full sleeved shirts.
I was gazing at the board as our mathematics teacher was writing down the general set of formulas required for solving a first degree differential equation. I was taking it down on my notebook, but my entire focus wasn't on the board at that moment.
A week has already passed since I captured Naoto, and everything has been going smoothly since then. There have been none new targets and my life was sailing quite normally. And after what has been happening to me for the past few months, my definition of 'normal' has changed a lot.
