The windows of the classroom had been opened, and Sasaki Shuumei seemed to absentmindedly stare at the clouds, watching as they floated, shifted, changed into different figures and beasts. His look, indifferent and passive, was combined with a gentle tune in his earphones. It rang softly, unhurriedly, lulling him into sleep. His fingers moved to cup his own cheek, his mind slowly drifting, almost falling into the realm of dreams...

But suddenly, before he could truly fall, someone bumped his shoulder lightly with a notebook, rolled into a tube. Once he lazily raised his gaze, he saw Hirano who spoke in his usual firmness:

"Hey, someone's calling for you."

Sasaki blinked, yawning, and then murmured, mostly to himself:

"Who might it be?.."