As Ein drifted into a restless sleep, a bright scene unfolded before his eyes.
It was the spring of the ninth grade. A warm day after running laps during physical education.
Luke sprawled on the grass with a heavy huff. He wiped his sweaty fringe off his face and glanced over at Ein, who hadn't broken a sweat.
"I swear, you're like an athlete." Luke sat up, still panting. "You even gained muscle after joining that organization."
Ein threw Luke a water bottle and sat down. "I told you to not mention it at school."
Luke nodded, thirstily gulping down half of the bottle. "Fine... Then tell me what you're going to do after graduating middle school."
"Go to high school," Ein gave the obvious response, leaning back on his arms to stare at the sky.
"Really?" Luke turned to him. "You're not even studying hard anymore, so I thought you don't care about school."
