In the afternoon, near "Shibuya Station", the school building's windows were crystal clear, and a gentle breeze blew into the activity classroom, causing the white curtains to flutter with the wind.
By the window, a hardcover book with a bookmark inserted;
On the sofa, comic books spread out;
In front of the TV, various game consoles that hadn't been put away.
The zelkova trees outside seemed as if they were growing into the room, and on the flickering wooden desk bathed in sunlight and leaves, a teenager was sound asleep.
Che... Che...
There was always the feeling that something had been forgotten.
Dubian... Dubian...
There was always the sound of someone's voice calling out to someone else incessantly.
The sunlight stirred the air, and the boy sleeping on the wooden desk woke up slowly, yawning leisurely.
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The white ceiling, a bright yet not blinding light fixture.
At the tip of his nose was a faint fragrance, familiar and intimate.
