Noon, 11:30 a.m. It's almost lunch. It was a bright but slightly cloudy day this afternoon. At the school of Swordsmen, everything was quiet, not foggy in the morning. On such days, there were the least number of exams or tests, but still.

Rengoku looked at his sheet, not daring to squeeze out unnecessary emotions. The man thought about it, after all, an important test. But the alluring scent of flowers distracted him. It smelled like sunflowers. The girl who was sitting across from him walked out of the classroom. And again, she seemed to be running away from problems. He thought about it, slowly getting up from his seat. It will also disperse around the desks where other students and future Fighters were sitting.

He walked out of the classroom, letting out a sigh. And with his hands in his pockets, Rengoku looked around.

“Sunflower,” he finally said, finding the girl who burned in his heart with his eyes. “What are you doing here?,” a simple question. His hands weren't touching her, but they were on her. She didn't say anything and he came closer, closing his eyes for a second. When the girl pressed slightly against the wall, Rengoku placed his fingers next to her head, on the sides, and looked into her eyes.

“We didn't finish the last conversation. You ran away,” the man's whisper echoed through the room and his body relaxed. Their conversation had just begun. And the body was more alive.