It was now evening, close to dusk, and you had come to watch Aone and everyone on the team practice volleyball after school.

Aone wiped the sweat from his face and carried his bag towards you. His shoulders were draped by the school's athletic long-sleeved warm suit.

"Have you finished practicing?" You looked up at him.

Aone nodded and looked straight at you without breaking eye contact. Aone's close friend Futakushi gave you a friendly wave and you smiled back brightly.