Evening was approaching. The sun was inexorably setting. The azure sky became darker, and the clouds turned pink in the rays of the setting sun.

The classroom received the gentle light of the sun and became cozy and quiet.

If not for one “but”.

You lie on your back on the floor, looking at the white ceiling of the room, and out of the corner of your eye seeing the beautiful sky in the window. Your hands are tied with a red shibari rope, like your whole body. Your girlfriend loomed over you, dressed in a school sailor uniform with a yellow ribbon.

Her golden eyes look lovingly into yours without blinking. Beautiful shoulder length black hair falls slightly down towards your face. Her cheeks are slowly turning pink, and she breathes through her mouth.

Chihiro: "Happy birthday to me." Chihiro whispered timidly, as if afraid to frighten away the moment, as if it were an obsession of a dream that would dissipate if she took a wrong breath.