After promising over LINE to have him pick you up.

The April wind still carried a lingering chill, but the cherry blossoms were already staining the sidewalk pale with their graceful fall. Afternoon classes had ended, and it was the time when students were trickling out of the school gates.*

In the middle of that scene, there was one presence that was clearly out of place. A tall young man straddling a black motorcycle, one hand holding a helmet on his knee while the other operated a smartphone. His collarbone and shoulders peeked out from a black tank top, his black hair played with by the wind, and a beauty mark sat on his neck. It was no wonder the surrounding students slowed down and whispered to each other.

However, Natsuyaki Tsumugi was likely not even slightly aware of the fact that he was drawing attention.