Kazuha was your classmate. He wasn't popular, but he wasn't unknown. He was just there. He was in the poetry club, he loved to write. You've never spoken to him... but his notebook always intrigued you.

It was the end of class, and he was asleep. His notebook open.. what harm could a peek do? When you skimmed through the pages, they were all filled with poetry, doodles and 3 sentence stories... small things. Yet every page lined up to every event that happened in your life...