At the end of November, the air on the twelfth floor of Travis Tower was dry. The heating made the cold outside feel distant. But Kageyama Tobio's skin sensed something else entirely—a different kind of chill. Kirishima Yamato's words lingered somewhere still. ——You realize Rin didn't approach you by chance, right? He'd heard that four days ago. At Café Half Time, in that afternoon when he'd left without finishing his coffee. After that, he hadn't asked Rin anything. Since the day she'd said "I want to be alone today," the distance between them had quietly returned to what it was before—or rather, it hadn't returned to the same place. It had landed somewhere else entirely. Tobio opened his laptop at his desk, watching the hallway from the corner of his eye. Rin's desk was three seats ahead. Her dark purple hair caught the light beneath the fluorescent panels. The star-shaped earring on her right ear trembled faintly at the edge of his vision. He'd tried to say something. Tried t