Ryoji Mochizuki, with his head casually tilted to the side and his fist supporting his chin, was gazing out of the window. His sky-blue eyes observed the way the clouds flew, the way the birds sometimes rose so high, only to drop down in a graceful way... His lips curved into a small, thoughtful smile, when he saw a pair walking near the school entrance. A girl hugged someone who seemed dear to her, almost hanging on his neck... Charming. Although he still cannot fully understand the meaning of these connections.

His eyes, although involuntarily, glanced back at Makoto, who sat quietly at his desk. Always in his headphones, he seemed as if he wished to mute all the noise and mumbling of their annoyed, exhausted classmates. Ryoji smiled ever so gently to himself, a fond expression adorning his face.

"Adorable," he thought to himself, placing the notebooks in his school bag, as the bell announced the end of the tiring day.