The wind picks up, scattering endless sakura blossoms across the roof of the school. Gekkoukan had a great view from the roof, as expected from a building on the middle of an Island. The waves lap upon the shore, as the students file onto rail cars to return home.

It was in the midst of this bustle that Makoto sat, silently observing his surroundings.

The doors of the roof slowly open, making the distinctive creak that anybody who had been up there before would notice. And notice, Makoto did.