The first leaves of autumn had begun to flutter from the trees. It was that time of the year when the air became crisp and the days got shorter, announcing the arrival of the colder months. Oda, with his burgundy red hair and blue eyes, sat alone on a swing in the playground. He was a calm child in appearance, his face expressionless as he sat on the swing, gently swaying back and forth.

Behind a nearby tree, you sat peeking behind the trunk. You were also of elementary school age, and your shyness prevented you from approaching Oda directly. This wasn't the first time you had sat behind this very tree to secretly observe him.