"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
The afternoons in July were oppressive, the sweltering weather making students unwilling to step outside the academic building.
Only the boys who occasionally sought the raw sensation of adolescence under the shade of trees would choose to step out at this time.
"Youth is like this, thinking yourself cool as you imitate others. Today you copy me, tomorrow I'll copy you, that's life..."
Haruka Yuzan leaned by the window, casually watching the boys lying in the shade below, "For instance, right now, imitating the listless demeanor of anime protagonists, convincing oneself to be the main character."
The breeze from the window teased strands of his hair, revealing a handsome face with a lazy air.
"Actually, Classmate Haruka, you're just trying to praise yourself, aren't you?"
Chiba Shimizu, who had been sitting and reading a book, couldn't help saying, her cool and detached tone betraying no emotion.
