The sunset reflected in the sky.
The clouds, dyed orange, floated in the air, tempting young girls to capture this beautiful scene on their phones.
Perhaps, tonight, these photos might appear on social media.
Just like the glimpse of slender calves beneath a pleated skirt, they were delicate and delightful.
My favorite season was about to arrive.
In the hallway, the handsome youth glanced at the girl by the flower bed and then looked away.
"Chiba Student, do you want me to carry your backpack for you?"
Down the corridor, dense with twilight, the boy walked forward, jokingly speaking to the girl.
Chiba Shimizu glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and didn't hand over her backpack.
Her calm eyes seemed to say,
Do you really have such good intentions?
"It's my honor to serve a beauty,"
the boy continued unfazed, "and if I get a 'thank you' in return, I'll be happy all day."
"Boring."
