He dreamed of a cherry blossom.
The pale pink petals fell like snow, carried away by the wind.
Kagura Hikaru was dazzled by the Sakura Fubuki, lost as he looked up, watching the petals drift away.
In the direction the petals drifted, a girl approached.
She had snow-white skin, long hair framing her face, a beautiful complexion, and wore the Bunkyo Middle School's short-skirt uniform—she looked like Aphrodite walking on earth.
As she got closer, Kagura Hikaru gradually recognized her.
It was Kohinata Motoyo, his friend.
She, himself, and his girlfriend, they had all met in the drama club, always together.
That time had been so beautiful it felt unreal.
He supposed this friendship might continue for a long time, maybe ten years, perhaps twenty, or even longer.
Even if they went their separate ways after entering society and lost contact, when they met again after a long time, Kagura Hikaru could call out her name without hesitation.
