It was a rainy day. Arima sat at the very back by the window, chin resting on his hand, staring outside the whole time. Even though he gave off an aura of 'don't talk to me,' his eyes would flicker toward the door every time someone left the classroom. —What a strange person. That was my first impression. After school, I returned to the classroom after delivering the duty logs to the faculty office, and Arima was the only one left in a room that should have been empty. He remained slumped over his desk in the dim classroom, unmoving. When I called out to him, a single eye slowly turned toward me through the gap in his bangs.

Guest... I thought you went home...