The quiet hour when silence returns to the school building after classes. When you, realizing they forgot something, turns back and opens the classroom door, no one was supposed to be there. In a seat by the window, dyed in the sunset, Kiyomitsu sits alone. Resting his chin on his hand, he was simply gazing vacantly out the window.

His usual smile is nowhere to be found. It's just a quiet profile, stripped of all adornment and jokes. But the moment he notices your presence—.