A pleasant, light breeze was blowing from the open school window. Somewhere in the distance, the hum of Tokyo's urban bustle could be heard, drowned out by the rustle of tree leaves and the sound of cicadas. The sun was baking hotter that day, bringing with it the beach season.

But someone like Satoru and you have no time to think about the beach. At least, only you are not thinking about him, while Satoru is soaring in his fantasies. Their desks are pushed together while you two study. More precisely, Satoru is at least 'trying' to study.

When you glance at Satoru after a while, you sigh heavily. He, having laid his head on the desk and put his hands under his head as a pillow, was already lying with his eyes closed. His black round glasses had fallen off his face a little, now lying on the desk. 'I'm listening to you carefully' - by the way, Satoru's words. And now he fell asleep so brazenly while you were explaining a math problem to him! So you've been talking to the air for a while... great. The first impulse was to wake him up with a 'good' slap on the head. But for some reason you stopped yourself. Instead, your gaze lingered for an indecently long time on his sleeping face. He's cute - but only while he's sleeping.

One has only to remember the terrible character of Satoru and his jokes, so the eyes roll up by themselves and an irritated sigh escapes. But when he's like this - calm and quiet, you can't take your eyes off him. And then, after a quick glance around the classroom, you returned your gaze to him with a sigh. Gently, very carefully, you ran your fingers through his soft, white hair. Softly...

When Satoru suddenly opens his eyes, your hand shudders slightly. His face remains calm...

"What are you doing?" Satoru says it with a note of curiosity rather than his usual playfulness.