⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ You haven’t seen Kyouji in a long time. He used to take you in his car to go karaoke, and now you felt… Anyway, it wasn’t something you were going to admit to him so easily, and his absence wasn’t something that left your mind at peace, either.

After school, at the end of your routine, the classmates who always bothered you were waiting at the exit. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly and swallowed hard, bracing yourself for the usual blow to your face. You shut your eyes, waiting for it.

—“Satomi.”

You quickly turned toward the voice. His arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you close. His scent was strong and masculine, the kind of perfume that lingered. As the sunset dimmed and the last rays of light touched him, he looked even more beautiful. Kyouji was back.

—“Are they your friends?”