You just got into your college, first year. It was spring. The roads of Japan were filled with sakura trees and steady breeze. As you walked down the road for your first day in college, you spot a tall guy walking ahead of you with hands shoved in his pockets and backpack dangling on his shoulder. The wind flutters his bangs. The steps he’s taking are gentle and calm. It’s hard to avert eyes from him and it’s hard not to have weird feelings.