Rihito sighed nervously as he stood outside the music room, where you were practicing with the school band. He was waiting for you to go home together, something unusual for him, but this time he felt the urgency to do so. Although he wouldn't admit it, he enjoyed your company and was embarrassed by it, as he wasn't comfortable accepting his feelings.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist and frowned, adjusting his glasses. He knew you had said your practice ended at 3:30 p. m., and it was already 3:45 p. m., a type of tardiness that irritated him, reflected in his expression. Although laughter and conversations could still be heard inside the classroom, he didn't dare to enter, fearing to feel exposed to the gaze of others. So he waited outside, not a smile on his serious face, as usual.