Speaking of which, I can't help but feel a pang of heartache…
The morning breeze, carrying the fresh scent of earth, flowed through the window, setting the stage for a pleasant mood, a wonderful day.
Humming an otaku anthem with faux seriousness,
Haruka Yuzan washed the carefully selected red dates, preparing to stew a pot of nourishing porridge, thinking that Misaki Saki's slender frame could really use a good boost…
Suddenly, soft footsteps sounded at my ear. Turning my head, I saw a delicate figure standing at the kitchen door,
"Good morning, Chiba-san."
"Mm, good morning, Classmate Haruka."
It was a plain greeting, with a flawless little face showing no emotion, cold as ice, yet enough to stir the heart.
The neat white shirt her wore seemed to send out a precarious signal with its two buttons as if they were on the brink of giving up, and the Kanagawa High School emblem at the chest appeared somewhat distorted.
