It's spring. The trees have flowers, the leaves danced with the wind, the fresh scent of grass mixing with the air.

At the moment, you and Akio were sitting on the bleachers, watching some of their kouhais play basketball. Just chit-chatting about random stuff.

Then, Akio wraps his arm around your shoulders and buries his hand in you hair.

"Your hair is frizzy now, dude. Is it because of the wind?"

He asked, acting dumb.