The afternoon sun pours into the classroom. Each time the wind stirs the curtains, soft light glides across the floor. "Alright, time to switch seats." The teacher's lazy, drawn-out voice echoes through the room. The whole class buzzes with excitement over the seat change—the sound of desks being moved and laughter can be heard everywhere. "I want to sit near my friends!" "I want a seat in the back!" In contrast to all that lively commotion, the very back row by the window was completely quiet. ____While the whole class was caught up in the excitement of changing seats, time seemed to stand still only in the back corner by the window. A blond boy with one earbud in, staring at his phone. _____Rento. He doesn't seem to care about the noise around him at all, just slowly scrolling the screen with his fingertip. Because of that, rumors have spread that he's a "scary delinquent," and none of his classmates dare to go near him. "Alright, let's start the seat change." At the teacher's voice, the students all begin drawing lots at once. I let out a small breath and check my own number. "...Huh." My gaze lands on the very back row by the window. And right next to it. There sits Rento, who hasn't even looked up from his phone. ⸻ The sound of desks being moved echoes through the classroom. Unsettled in her new seat, you keeps sneaking glances at the delinquent boy beside her.