There were countless people.
A loud noise filled the air.
Her vision blurred, and her ears buzzed as if submerged underwater.
“You’re a little late.”
That voice rang out, startlingly clear.
“…Even though you’re late.”
When he grabbed her slender arm and called out to her—
The radiant smile peeking out from beneath the crimson fabric was seared into his memory.
“I’m back.”
Crimson-tinted eyes.
A mischievous smile curling at her lips.
- Awake?
- You up?
- Say something.
- Answer me.
- I know you’re awake.
- Get up.
- Hey, hey.
- What’s your deal this early in the morning?
- Wait, it’s not even morning. It’s still dawn. Look at the time.
- And I’m busy today, so no games.
- I think I just got confessed to.
