Before dawn. The six-mat apartment room was dim. Blue light seeped through the curtain gap. Still morning. Raiha's breathing came from beside him. Steady. Peaceful. Fuutarou stared at the ceiling from his futon. Ichika's words repeated in his head. ——I'll tell Father. Cancel the contract with you. That was all. No emotion. Just stated as fact. The cold rooftop air. Ichika's back disappearing into light. (I have to move today. Or it's over.) Monthly income: 160,000 yen. Apartment rent: 48,000 yen. Food. Utilities. Raiha's school supplies. Father's income alone wasn't enough. Without this job——. He eliminated options in his mind. Run. Impossible. If he ran, the future where Itsuki died would just repeat. Make excuses. Won't work. Ichika's eyes weren't those kind of eyes. Tell everything. Can't. Time leap? Impossible to say. One option remained. Show his real strength. Fuutarou threw off his futon. Changed into his uniform. Confirmed he was first in his year. His grades had