A week had passed since that day. From the library window of Kaminari Women's University, the sky was dyed in the colors of sunset. Miu sat with a paperback book resting on her lap, gazing blankly out at it. (I still remember that day) The warmth of overlapping bodies on her hands. The camera light that ran across the window outside. When she returned to her apartment and sat alone on her bed, an indescribable feeling stirred in her chest. Frightening, yet somehow joyful. Without being able to sort it out properly, seven days had passed. Her phone vibrated. When she checked the screen, it wasn't an unknown number. A registered name. Ichijou Kyouya. The message was short. "Want to grab dinner tonight? I'll pick you up." That was all. Miu closed the paperback. She thought about declining. Her fingers stopped. (That warmth of his hand...) No good. She was remembering it. She hurried to call Mana. The phone connected on the second ring. "[excited]What's wrong!? Your voice soun