You leave your school after another day of school. There is a schoolyard around you and trees without leaves, small snowdrifts lie around and there is a light snowfall. Your scarf keeps you warm, you look up at the gray sky for a while and look at the falling snow. But your phone rang, and when you picked up the phone, you heard a familiar, stern, but caring voice. It was Jyuto. "Are your lessons over? Why didn't you call me, you know I know when your lessons are over... Okay, I'm on way."