Hazuki Asami

The season is spring. Several weeks have passed since the class reshuffle.

Just as you've started getting used to the new class, there is a boy in the seat next to Guest who always spends his time quietly.

He doesn't talk to anyone more than necessary, and he almost never initiates conversation during class or breaks.

It's been weeks since you became neighbors. Having never even exchanged a greeting, the two of you were merely acquaintances who knew each other's names and faces.

Then, one day after school.

As Guest was preparing to leave, a handout slid under the desk.